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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Young_Sam_Winchester, Young_Dean_Winchester, Sibling_Incest, Mutual
      Pining, Sam_is_a_Tease, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Sub_Dean, Fantasizing,
      Sexual_Fantasy, Dirty_Talk, Dirty_Thoughts, Possessive_Sam_Winchester,
      Frottage, Bottom_Dean, Dominant_Sam, Spanking, Rimming, Anal_Fingering,
      Masturbation, Anal_Sex, Bottom_Sam, Crossdressing, Feminization, Blow
      Jobs, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-28 Completed: 2014-08-06 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 22140
****** Sam Liking Boys (And Dean) ******
by stuck_as_sarah
Summary
     Titles pretty self-explanatory, just weecest thats pretty much a pwp.
***** Their One Secret *****
Sam doesn't think Dean had found out till the time he walked into their shared
motel late one night and caught Sam with his, at the time, only slightly
serious boyfriend. Sam hadn't planned to stay with the other boy for long with
how often they moved, but he wouldn't deny liking him and enjoying the hot make
out sessions they would have after school pushed up against the side of walls
and sneaking into janitors closets to come all over each other at the slightest
touch of their dicks together. Sam really fucking enjoyed it, he felt like more
than any of the sort amount of time he had week long girlfriends, but probably
because at the touches of the other boy and feeling his cock against his he
could easily imagine him being Dean. Sam could imagine all the thing Dean would
say to him in that moment, the dark dirty things he would huff out into his
ear. He's always coming in seconds at the thoughts he comes up with. Dean's
always been his go to when he wanted to get off quick. It wasn't great for his
conscious or the guilt that would build up, but when he got one look at Dean he
forgave himself. Just the sight of him was too much. The muscle shifting along
his bare back as he would get out of the shower with a towel low on his hips.
The droplets of water that would cascade down his freckled back, how perfectly
his shoulders and muscles moved when he lifted his arms to unfortunately return
a shirt over his godly body. Sam really couldn't blame himself and he couldn't
imagine stopping. He decided he'd stop once Dean stopped looking so delicious
and sinful and flaunting everything so casually since he was just naturally
gorgeous. He didn't have to purposely bend over or suck and lick at sticky ice
cream covered fingers like Sam would, in hopes to get Dean to notice, to be
irresistible. Dean just was. He was the hallmark card of a perfect body. He
could imagine the multitude of girls he had been with to describe him as a sex
god. Just the thoughts Sam would come up with of how Dean could realistically
be in bed with him made him feel hot all over and he could never hold off long.
Sam would've assumed Dean had just came into the room and hadn't seen how far
he was getting with his, probably now ex, boyfriend, but Sam could easily make
out the length of his hard cocks stretching out his pants and he knew what Dean
had seen and Sam was pleasantly surprised with the result. Sam had just came
home from school with the hopes the place might be empty and he'd noticed a
note on the fridge from Dean saying how he'd be out a bar for the night and to
not wait up. So he took the opportunity and called his boyfriend up, in the
hopes of finally getting laid and letting out some steam. He assumed Dean would
be out most the night and come home reeking of alcohol and some girls perfume
some time during the a.m. when Sam would be quietly passed out sleeping. He
hadn't expected him to be home so early, earlier than usual when Dean would
head out with his fake ID to a bar while their Dad was away for his usual
extended period of time.
Dean wouldn't say it was an everyday thing for him to go out to bars and have
some drink, which usually turned into multiples, but he would often just go out
to them to get a slight buzz and pick up the nearest chick to make their way
towards him asking if he wants to get out of here. It was almost too easy how
quick it always happened, every time. Sometimes he'd bring them home and trying
to sneak a fuck into the bed next to Sam's and try to keep quiet, but he would
feel so guilty every time no matter how much alcohol he'd downed. He knew Sam
couldn't possibly sleep through that, motel beds were known for how much they
squeaked and he often would have to tightly clasp his hand over the girls
mouths to keep them from screaming out with each thrust. He felt even worse and
the guilt inside him built quicker afterward when he'd do that with how he
couldn't help his eyes wandering to the small figure in the bed beside them,
imagining what if Sam where awake? Would he be getting hard at the sound of
them? Dean just couldn't stop his mind running away with the thoughts of Sam
getting off on it and even secretly pumping into fist or slipping in fingers at
the thought of being underneath Dean, having him being the one with his palm
covered over his mouth, feeling each moan in his hand, to keep him quiet. Dean
couldn't help closing his eyes to the thoughts and shutting out the smell of
the girls overdone perfume and imagine it was Sam, covering his mouth to keep
their Dad from hearing his whines with each deep thrust into him. It was a sure
fire way to get off quickly. He'd think, though, why bring the girls into their
place when his car alone was an aphrodisiac. He could just get in a quick fuck
in the backseat, bring both of them back to younger times of dry humping in the
back of a car getting excited with the ideas of a first time. Why not? Dean
still couldn't stop his mind from going to time him and Sam would lay together
under blankets in the backseat as their father dragged them along through
states, feeling the warmth of Sam's palm resting under the blanking on his
thigh, Sam's harsh sleepy breathes being exhaled onto his neck as Sam would
drape himself all along Dean. Dean still imagined it being Sam in the back of
the Impala with him.
He'd never admit it to anyone, there were some things you just take to your
grave that will be burning along with you, lighter fluid, and plenty of rock
salt, but sometimes Dean picked up some really dirty chicks, yeah he'd be
honestly they were always dirty to an extent, but a few times he'd get a girl
and ask as politely as he could if he could fuck her and call her Sammy, give
some spiel about an ex he never got over, and usually his sad green eyes he
played up on and the white teethed smiled he'd give them got them to easily
give in, probably thinking they'd get a good fuck and its not liked they care
to even know his name, and sometimes he'd get a hard slap in the face. The
latter though were some of the best fucks he'd had. He would let himself call
out Sam's name as he fucked them, pound into them hard, hearing the slap of
skin along with his constant whines of “God Sammy, so good.” He already thought
asking the girls to be called a different name was asking too much, but he'd
always have an extra reel of dirty lines running through his head that he would
wish he could say. He'd wanted to things like “Your such a good boy” and “My
Sammy, my baby boy.” Dean just knew how fucked up it already was and wouldn't
dare push his lucky. He just saved them for times he got alone to jerk off.
This most recently time he'd gotten a short fuck in the back of his car from a
cute little blonde and they'd both avoided they awkward aftermath as much as
they could dropping her back at the bar with a small peck to his cheek and just
a quiet, “That was nice,” coming from her before leaving. He'd hated when it
was awkward, after fucking was always the worst. He'd feel so guilty when
they'd try to cute smiles and make small talk, even flirt and give him their
numbers asking if they could do that again sometimes. He hated himself with how
easily he'd trash each small tear of paper and how each time he felt less
guilty about it. It was always easiest when the girls just left, fully aware of
the one night extent of this encounter. Dean was heading back to their motel
and reaching the door heard some grunting and rough screeches of furniture
being pushed against on the hardwood floor. So Dean turned the key slowly
quietly easing the door open and closed without a sound. He didn't understand
all the noise, thinking it could be an intruder something supernatural maybe,
till he say the couch. Sam was letting out harsh breathes and pushing his hands
through another boys hair. He'd never thought about Sam being gay or liking
boys till that moment. Dean would even admit himself of having the occasional,
more than he'd like to admit, like he said somethings you take to your grave
along with you, experimental fling with another guy during both his adult year
and even when he was younger. He would often see certain boys in school that he
could admit to himself were cute, even possibly hot. Now when he'd watch
certain cute jocks sweating and running along a field he could really admit to
that being hot. He had some of his fondest hook up being when he was young and
sneaking boys around his father and Sam to have hot make of sessions and feel
the thrill of hiding it and feeling the slight churn of it being wrong in his
guts and just not caring. He'd gotten some of the most electric feelings
shooting through his spine thrusting his cock against the other boys and even
coming in his pants along with him. So he wasn't mad at Sam and probably
shouldn't have been as shocked as he was, but he definitely shouldn't have
stayed and watched him, hiding behind the entryway peeking his head around the
corner to see them.
Dean felt the blush spread on his cheeks and how hot his body suddenly felt,
his clothes stinking to him more. His pants were unbearably tight with how hard
his cock was getting at the sight of Sam pushing his hips into the boys leg
letting out quiet whimper. Dean tried to ignore the pang of jealous that went
through him at the other boy pushing his hands through Sam's hairs causing him
to bite his lower lip hard and he wanted to pass it off as feeling guilty and
wrong with how messed up it was to be spying on them, but he knew he just badly
wanted to be that boy underneath Sam as they had their hips flat against each
other and bucked continually in an in sync motion. Dean didn't even question it
as his hand moved down to his crotch to rub his palm against his cock, he even
questioned if he could slip his hand under his boxers and come without making a
sound and staying unnoticed. Dean was just about to start unbuttoning his pants
when the boys eased Sam's jeans down to his knees just enough to push the
finger he had Sam suck onto into him pulling a rough gasp and drawn out whine
from him. Dean was burning up and knew he'd feel guilty for days with how
quickly he could get off to this, but he was almost grateful when he got
stopped before flicking the button of his pants by the noise tearing through
Sam and him letting out in a hoarse voice, “Oh god, Dean,” stretching out his
name.
It felt like everything in the room had frozen and the air shifted into an
understandable tension and Dean could only take a shocked step back and catch
Sam's eyes burst open wide seeing them moved frantically as the boy took his
fingers out of him and shoved Sam back shouting suddenly, “Who the hell is Dean
you asshole!?” Dean was frozen despite his brain telling him to run out the
door, he'd felt instantly protective of Sam and wanted to go punch the boy for
pushing him, but he knew he understood the situation and that the boy probably
was thinking Sam had cheated on him or something and that's the last thing he
needed, but the last thing he need was also seeing another guy standing in the
walkway by the door he was rushing towards with an expression he could probably
read easily as that being the guy with the name he'd just called out. The boy
pushed past him bumping his shoulder causing Dean to be jerked back a step into
the doorway as he ran out. Dean could hear Sam calling out weakly, “Wait no-”
before realizing how usual his calling was. Dean stepped through the entryway
seeing Sam in the middle of pulling his jeans back up and turning a dark red at
the sight of Dean suddenly there. Dean could read the shift of thoughts on
Sam's face and for a moment realized he could make this off as just coming in
as the other boy left till he saw Sam's eyes lower to Dean's groins and
catching how hard Dean still was before turning to rush into the bathroom.
***** Deepest Darkest Fantasies *****
Dean just sighed and rubbed his palm across his face in an attempt to forget
what had just happened, but he could never unsee the fucking hot sight he'd
just witnessed, hot as hell where he knew he had to be headed. He felt so guilt
how Sam probably just lost a boyfriend he'd had long enough to bring back here
to fuck and he was just standing there hard in front of him. This was such a
mess, Sam is probably disgusted in him. Dean shut the door and locked it
turning to his bed and throwing himself onto it, burying his face into his
pillow wishing he had some whiskey to down right now, but that probably would
fuel all the thoughts running through his mind. He just groaned into his pillow
and let the guilt and self-loathing fill him till he realized there was another
noise in the room and lifted his head from his pillow to listen. He hadn't been
the only one groaning. Dean didn't mean to get up as fast as he did, but he had
practically jumped up to put his ear against the wall leading to the bathroom.
Sam was in the bathroom, letting out loud moans every few seconds. Dean tried
hard to listen and keep the sound of skin on skin with his quickly growing
imagination of Sam inside the bathroom finishing himself off.
Sam gave up the second he realize he'd stopped biting his lip to keep from
moaning at Dean's name and actually had. He knew the chances of keeping his
current boyfriend at that time was unlikely and was constantly preparing for
the 'I'm moving' conversation he had so often, if he was lucky enough to get
one. So he wasn't going to beat himself up for not trying harder or running
after him, the second he saw Dean step around the small hallway by the door,
flushed red and his pants straining against his dick, Sam had dropped any cared
he'd had previously and just had to run to the bathroom to get off. He'd turned
without thinking what Dean probably thought of the reaction, knowing he
followed his eyes catching on the hard on he had, and just closed the bathroom
door not bothering to lock it, thinking if Dean were to come in asking if he
was alright then so be it, it would be even better, it could fuel his
fantasies. Sam chucked off everything he'd had on and hopped himself up onto
the bathroom counter and adjusted himself leaning back against the mirror,
getting used to the cold against his ass, pulling his legs up to hook his heels
against the edge of the counter, keeping his legs spread far.
Without even starting to touch himself Sam got the bottle of lotion sitting
next to the sink on the counter with him by the extra shampoos and conditioners
they and squeezed out a think glob in his palms, separating some onto two of
the finger on his other hand and slicking them down both fingers and spreading
the rest into his palm, not quiet rubbing it all the way in and leaving it
coated along his his hands and fingers as a perfect lubricant. Sam out a hiss
between his teeth at the first touch of his fist closing around his cock,
throbbing at the feel of it. He knew he had to be quick knowing it wouldn't
take long for him to come, with the recently make out session he was in and the
hot new fantasies that were going through his mind of Dean watching him call
out his name as he was just starting to get fingered, at Dean being hard in his
jeans when he came out covered in a blush looking as if he was caught watching
porn for the first time in his life.
Dean couldn't help letting his hand drift unconsciously to open his jeans back
up and push his hand down his boxers, groaning at the instant relief the
friction from the grasp of his hand gave. Each little moan and light slap of
skin from Sam through the thin wall fueled the jerks of Dean's hand, moving his
hand furiously trying to make each move match the sounds of Sam's arm hitting
his thigh and his fist causing a wet sounds as he continued and audibly became
faster. Dean could hear the whines coming from Sam, knowing he was getting
close. He wanted to get there right along with Sam, moving faster and faster
his hand hitting along his zipper with his pants still hooked around his ass
and Dean tried to push his pants and boxers down as far as he and they fell
just down to his knees. Dean shook his legs trying to free them of his pants
while keeping his hand moving and an ear to the wall without making a sound. He
gave up on the act as he just tripped up and fell more against the wall,
pushing his face into it not moving his hands to catch himself. He let the
force of his cheek pressing against the wall and the sounds that kept coming
spur his fantasies, letting them drop to the darkest chest of his hidden kinks
and all the things he wanted from Sam.
Sam kept bucking up into his fist with each light touch around his hole,
imagining it was Dean starting to finger him for the first time and circling
him before asking if this was okay knowing he'd nod his head fast. He didn't
restrain his whimpers anymore, almost hoping Dean was by the door waiting to
decide if he sound come in or not. Sam's cock dripped at the thought of Dean on
the other side touching himself listening to him and Sam push a finger to
breach him and didn't stop to weak groan that came out feeling the curved angle
of it lightly touching his prostate and giving a pleasant burn along with the
shooting pleasure through him. He slow withdrew just to push his finger back in
and continue his long drawn out moans and whimpers at each touch to the
pleasure spot inside him, adding another to fuel the thoughts of Dean fucking
into him. He knew Dean would be huge, the line in his pants showed the thick
width of his cock and Sam just warmed at thought of Dean needing to finger him
open for a while to slick him up for it. He could hear Dean's voice in his
head, as he fucked up into his fist and back onto his two fingers, saying, “Got
to get you ready for my cock baby boy, wouldn't want to hurt you,” Sam couldn't
help letting out, "Oh, Dean... I want it so bad, I'm ready just give it to me."
He knew the next sound Dean would make would be little tssk's before
continuing, "Now come on Sammy, you've gotta be patient. You know I wouldn't
hurt my little boy, gotta get you dripping wet for me so I just slid right into
you."
Sam just groaned out Dean's name even louder and let a whimper while getting
lost in his fantasies and saying to himself, "Dean, I want you so bad, always
have. C'mon, give it to me, please Dean." His hands were becoming almost brutal
when he added a third finger slowly and took that time to spit in his hand and
continue his motions, each thrust causing bursting whines through him he
couldn't hold back mixing along with multiple, "Dean's." Sam twisted his wrist
with each upstroke along with a curl of each finger inside him causing white
behind his eyelids, that he'd squeezed shut, and fire to burn throughout him.
Sam had learned early the ways Dean would get off when they were in the close
quarters of a bed right next to each other or when they'd leave the doors
cracked during showers, one or the other coming in brush their teeth or come in
to pee, and Sam wouldn't admit to pretending his eyes were shut or cringing at
the creak of the bathroom door to sneak looks at Dean. Sam knew Dean would
twist his wrist and let out long moans he'd quickly try to cut off with a hard
bite to his pink lower lip that seemed to elicit a deeper groan from him. Sam
wanted to think that he would know how Dean liked it, that he'd know what he
was doing, but he was just being hopefully and he secretly reveled at the idea
of Dean teaching him just how he want it, just how he wants Sam, telling him
his deepest and dirtiest turn on's. Sam knew he would oblige, he'd do
practically anything for Dean, anything he'd ask of him. He wanted to hear Dean
calling him a good boy and saying that he was his good little Sammy when he'd
make him come. Sam could almost hear him letting out a hot breathe into his
ears saying the words, could just imagine the soft kiss he'd get for doing so
good for his Dean, being able to give rough bites against his lips and come all
over Dean chest or even his pretty face. He could imagine his come cover his
freckles and seeing the small flick of Dean's pink tongue come out to switch
away the bits on his lips and cheeks. Sam being able to take his thumb and
scoop his come off his face into his mouth, feel Dean sucking and licking it
off of his fingers and moaning each time. Sam couldn't stand each new image of
the ways he wanted Dean, all the possibilities he could have if Dean wanted him
like he did, if he was outside the door getting off to the sounds he was
making, if he burst inside to watch his face as he shot his come all over his
tan stomach, coating it with white stripes, and feeling some warm against his
neck. All of it happening with a choked cry and a worn out "Dean..." coming out
as he slowly drift away from the dirtier thoughts that kept coming at him.
Dean could hear Sam getting so loud now, he felt so close. He moved his hand up
to brush along his nipple and bite back a low groan at the electricity of
playing with the hard nub between his fingers. Dean imagined Sam was standing
behind him reaching his arms around him to touch him all over with warm hands
and at the yelped he'd be able to let out Sam would say, "You like that Dean?
Didn't think you'd be so sensitive here," and continue to brush his fingers
across it quickly and he kept stroking him, rutting his hard cock up against
his backside. Dean thought of Sam knowing how much Dean wanted him and knowing
how dirty Dean really was and treating him like it. Sam pushing his face into
the wall, moving his cock against his hole hearing the whimpers that would get
out of him and Sam whispering harshly into his ear, pulling his head back by
his short hair, "Oh you really like that, you just want your baby brother
fucking into you so bad, don't you?" Dean tried to keep all the sounds he want
to let out force down in his throat, thinking of the finger now moved to
roughly rub his hole while continuing the hard pace of his hand as Sam cock
lightly touching him before pushing in. Dean wanted to hear the sound he would
make once he felt Dean around him. He wanted to hear the growls he could make
at the possessive bites on his arms, shoulders, and all over his neck, at the
hard pull of his hair to tell Dean, "You are mine, you got that?"
Dean heard each and every whine Sam gave and moved his finger harder and deeper
into him, both hands now slick with his spit to ease the way, knowing Sam could
be fucking himself on his own fingers using the lotion in the bathroom no one
ever used on their dry skin, but would always be dramatically emptied anyway.
He thought of the sounds Sam was making being the noises he'd make with the
feel of being inside him, those being the sounds Sam would make with each
thrust inside him. Sam saying croaking out his name, kissing it into his skin,
feeling the hot breathes of Sam saying it over and over as he kept up his pace
moving deep inside him, pulling almost out before thrusting back in. Dean was
going to stop his whines when he pushed against his prostate, moving faster
trying to curve his fingers and angling them just right to hit it with each
hard thrust back in, thinking of Sam saying, "Dean, I want you so bad, always
have," but Dean let out every sound he'd repressed when he knew he'd heard that
through the walls right against his ears. Sam's real voice whimpering that out
right on the other side of the wall, right in the bathroom thinking about Dean.
Dean lost it hearing all the dirty things Sam said, that he could never imagine
him actually ever saying, all with his name repeating on his lips with the
continued wet slaps of skin. He let out Sam's name over and over, hoping Sam
would hear, not caring anymore about biting back the need to call out his name
every time he did this. He wanted to feel Sam coming along his back like in his
fantasies, even inside him, the groans Sam would make as Dean came tightening
around him. Now Dean could actually let himself think about the things he could
have Sam do to him, knowing he thinks about him the way he does about Sam. He
wished he could know everything Sam dreamed of Dean doing to him, wanted to ask
the second the got the chance of touching, kissing, each other, what Sam
thought getting himself off, what he'd want Dean to do, the things he thought
of doing to Dean. Dean heard every little sound Sam make, all the quiet
responses he had to his fantasy, Dean added each noise to the image in his head
of Sam being so close fucking into his hands and pushing his fingers into
himself. Dean let out a cry along with a hoarse, "Sam..." at the thought of how
tight and hot Sam would be, coming all over his fist and stomach, getting drops
along the wall. Dean even heard the small almost inaudible, "Dean..." knowing
Sam had just finished right along with him.
***** The One Time Sam Woke Up And When Dean Was A Good Boy *****
Sam has memories filled will Dean from when he was young. He keeps them tuck in
bed with him, always close, especially at certain times he likes to think back
when they'd share a bed together. The warmth and comfort of laying next to
Dean, being able to curl into him, was the safest he thought he could ever
feel.
Sam had come out of the bathroom to find Dean laying in bed, hardly visible
under the covers, and he felt a pang of disappointment at his fantasy being all
in his head no matter how bad he wanted it to be true Dean was just laying
there asleep. Sam sighed and crossed the room to find his bed in the dark, just
a few small steps away from Dean, and felt the scratchy motel sheets rub
against his bared legs, now being in his boxers and a t-shirt of Dean, that
wore away the smell of him to Sam's disappointment. Sam tossed and turned in
bed throughout the hours of the night, unable to settle and fall asleep. He
kept staring at Dean's back wondering if he was really asleep.
Sam would often take moments like this to remember times he'd been able to lay
in bed with Dean, even if their father was away and another bed was open for
Sam to sleep in, he could curl into him and Dean would lulled him back to sleep
with soft words and the light touch of his hands in his hair or rubbing circles
against his back. Sam could never think about those nights without thinking of
the one night Sam knew he was dreaming of Dean, reaching under his shorts to
grab at his cock and say the dirtiest things while jerking him off, and woke to
have the sides of Dean's shirt in the fists of his hands, nails noticeable
trying to digging into him through his shirt when he started to let go, with
Dean's leg in between his, Dean's knees right against his crotch, with an
obvious hard bulge still resting onto Dean's knee. Sam knew what his dream was,
what he had been doing, and when Sam looked up at Dean to see his eyes wide
open, his hands nervously holding harder into Sam's shirt, he knew Dean didn't
miss it.
Sam was going to sputter out anything he could think of to explain the
incident, but when Sam was going to shift himself upward he moved one hand too
far down Dean's side and was going to push off of Dean's thigh to help him get
up. Sam froze his movements, his hand resting against something unmistakeable
hard, and caught Dean's eyes flutter shut. Sam experimentally add pressure
against it, letting his palm move up and down the lengths of him, and Dean let
out a noise Sam had never heard or expected to hear from Dean, the smallest of
whines being cut off when Sam bucked his hips up rubbing into Dean's knee.
Dean's eyes opened, wide and scared, looking down at Sam. His hands were
grabbing tighter against Sam's shirt, almost pulling at him. Dean whined out,
“Sam...” looking as though he may just start to shake his head, but stopped
when Sam didn't think twice about dragging himself up by Dean's shirt to rut
head into Dean's neck and take a deep breathe of Dean scented air and slowly
move his hips to start a pace of rubbing his cock into Dean's thigh.
“Dean...” Sam gasped out at every move against Dean's thigh, blowing it out
against Dean's ear, feeling a shudder go through him, and Dean would release a
soft sigh and take in a noticeable shaky breath. Sam unconsciously continued
the movements of his palm, being egged on by the buck of Dean's hips shifted up
to try and catch Sam's hand and push against it, each press moving in tune with
Sam's thrusts. Dean was gritting his teeth, trying to catch every noise, and
Sam moved to give light kisses against Dean's neck, nudging Dean's head to open
up his neck falling willingly to the side, Sam brought his kisses up to Dean's
ear and whispered to him without a second thought, “Dean, please, I wanna hear
you.” Dean let his mouth fall open at that with a long groan escaping from him.
“Sammy, god, I-”
Sam moved back to look at Dean to finish his sentence, knowing full well the
look he was giving meant he regretted letting anything slip out. “Dean, tell
me,” Sam whined out, hearing Dean release a breathe when he went to drag his
teeth along his neck. “Sam, I know it's so fucked up, but I've really wanted
this,” Dean said, looking resigned and as if he was unable to look at Sam. Sam
had stared at Dean while he wasn't looking back at him, become scared of this
never happening again and decided then to take advantage of this moment if this
was going to be the other chance he got to do this. Sam rolled himself over and
up onto Dean, resting against his thighs. Dean was looking with a surprised
expression up at Sam, hesitantly putting his hands onto Sam's hips. At the
small touch of Dean's hand Sam moved forward, enough to be an inch from Dean's
lips and stared at him for a moment, then crashed their lips together moving
sloppily and fast.
Sam felt a something tighten and twist in his stomach when Dean moved his hands
up to push back lightly against Sam's shoulders. At the scared expression Dean
must have seen he quickly cupped both his cheeks before saying, “Whoa, whoa,
Sam, just go slow, alright? Let me... let me show you.” Dean flicked his gaze
to Sam's lips and gave his lips a light sweep of his tongue before pulling Sam
in to lay a light peck against his lips before moving to look back up at him.
“This is okay, right Sam?” Sam didn't respond, he just moved both hands to curl
his fingers into Dean's, still pressed to his cheeks, and moved forward to
leave a light kiss just as Dean had. Their light kisses turned into a slow move
of their lips dragging the kiss along. Sam groaned into Dean's mouth when he
took Sam's lip into his mouth to suck onto and bite lightly before pulling
back. Sam had moved his hand during the kiss to unbutton Dean's jeans, that he
frequently slept in. Dean was keeping his gaze locked on Sam's hand as he
pulled his zipper down and slipped his hand inside his boxers.
Dean groaned and let his head fall onto the pillow behind him at the warmth of
Sam's bare hand against his cock. Sam started a slow caress up and down Dean's
length, trying to keep a memory of the hard feel of him and the wet slick of
pre-come against his hand as he brushed his thumb along the tip of him. Dean
wrapped his arms around Sam's skinny waist and pulled him in tight as he lifted
himself up to kiss up Sam's neck, taking time to suck a bruise into his skin,
making it to Sam's lips and giving him long drawn out kisses causing a wet
noise with every shift to take in the others lip. Sam caught every moan Dean
let out at the feel of Sam stroking him in their kisses, feeling it rolling
through him. Sam gasped into their kiss, separating for a moment, when Dean
started to fumble with pulling up Sam's shirt, his hands running along his
stomach pushing it up yet unwilling to pull away from his lips, before Sam then
broke away and quickly brought it over his head and threw it in the corner of
the room in one move. Before Sam could turn back to Dean and kiss him again,
Dean was leaving wet kisses along his chest and moving to run his tongue along
Sam's nipple, sucking on the nub for a moment before moving to the other,
causing Sam to tremble in Dean's tight grasp that now seemed to hold him.
Sam wanted to feel their bare chests touch, everything, just bare skin pressed
together, but lost all train of thought when Dean's hands moved underneath the
waistband of Sam's shorts and held onto his bare hips before lifting him enough
to roll Sam onto his back. Dean was a dark shadow over him now and their faces
felt closer than before. Sam realized each breathe was harsh and his heart was
beating fast, Dean had to have heard it. Dean crushed their mouths together,
cursing each time they separated to take a short breathe. Sam tried to copy
Dean's motions trying to slow Dean down enough to catch his lip to suck and
nibble on it that would get a sultry groan from Dean each time.
“Sammy... God I need to feel you, can I... Please can I take these off?”
Dean sounded unusually unsure and it was so foreign to Sam, Dean being insecure
in anyway. Dean had his fingers hooked in Sam's waistband and he instantly was
nodding his head fast saying, “Yes Dean, God yes.” Sam lifted his hips so Dean
could, excruciatingly slow, pull his shorts and boxers down past Sam's hips, so
he could settle his now bare ass against the mattress, and then Dean shimmed
back on his knees enough to pull them the rest of the way, throwing them in the
direction of Sam's shirt. Dean saw the pink rising all over Sam's naked body,
his cheeks becoming a bright red, with the way Dean hovered over him and
continued looking over every inch of him.
“You're so beautiful Sam,” Dean said in such a soft voice that Sam lifted
himself enough to press a kiss to Dean's soft pink lips. Sam moved his hands to
pull Dean's jeans and boxers down just to his thighs and returned to stroking
him, watching his hand, barely stretching around the width of Dean, moving up
and down, taking in every noise that came from Dean at the action. Sam
questioned for a second, looking at his hard cock resting on his stomach, what
Dean would feel like against him and satisfied his curiosity by pulling Dean
just a little by his hips and moving both hands to put them against each other.
Sam experimentally rose his hips up to rub against Dean's cock with his own
pushing up through the two hands he had wrapping together and around each
other.
Dean was a whimpering cursing mess at each move of Sam's hips. His hands were
trembling trying to hold his weight up and Dean hesitantly put his above Sam's
as he was stroking them down to the base of their cocks and, with ease, curled
his hand around them both, moving his hand up along with the movement of Sam's
two before pulling back to spit into his palm and return to continue the
motions. They both groaned at the new wet slide of their hands and they kept
moving at a rhythmic pace till Dean stopped Sam's upstroke, causing a confused
and desperate look to be cast towards him before Dean positioned himself to
spit down onto both their cocks. Sam opened his hands to move them both up to
catch Dean spit causing a perfect slide of their hands. Dean let his hips fuck
up into their combined tight grasp, Dean's fist providing the perfect pressure
and twist at the tip of their dicks and Sam's hands squeeze around their shaft.
Dean thought the best part was the dragging of Sam's cock against his every
time one of them bucked their hips up, struggling to keep up the motions of
their hands along with the need to move their hips.
Sam was laying in bed, hard in his boxers, at the thought of when he was
younger coming all over his chest, watching as his spunk dripped over Dean's
fist still moving over him as he writhed underneath Dean, the slick of Sam's
come and the tightening grasp around his cock causing Dean to move his hand
fast as he started to come over Sam chest, spurting long white strands up to
his nipple. Sam had felt the warm of some landing against his chin and the
scared expression on Dean's face as he started to come out of it warned Sam a
string of guilt filled apologies were soon to come. Before Dean could even
start talking Sam moved a hand up to swipe his thumb along the come on his
chin, keeping eye contact on Dean, and taking the drop into his mouth, making
an audible moan as he tasted him.
Sam still can remember the salty taste if he thinks back hard enough. He never
usually think farther past that moment, but with what he was considering doing,
looking at Dean's back in the dark and palming at his hard cock through his
boxer now sporting a wet spot where the tip of his cock was dripping pre-come,
he went to keeping thinking things through. He thought of how after Dean
practically ran to the bathroom and locked himself in for a few minutes,
leaving Sam confused and covered his drying come, but it was only a moment
later that he emerged from the bathroom with a wet rag, and a sick look when he
saw Sam where he left him. He'd cleaned up his chest and help each of his legs
back into his boxers and shorts, even putting Sam's shirt over his head. Dean
even moved the blanket over him and whispered, “Go to bed now, Sammy,” before
leaving a kiss to his forehead. He was about to turn around and walk to the
other side of the bed before he turned back to Sam connecting their eyes as he
spoke. “That's the only time this happens Sam, you can't tell anyone.”
Sam had just nodded that night. He only felt sick after he heard Dean say that.
Sam had to think through if he could see Dean's face like that again, if he
could take the possibility of reliving that. At the thought of reliving the
start of that night at all Sam thought it was worth it, maybe it could be
different this night. So Sam got up out of his bed, throwing his sheets over
his legs. The bed groaned at his feet going over the bed to rest on the shaggy
carpet. Sam stopped to see if Dean would shift or show any sign of beginning
awake, but Dean was abnormally still and quiet, even the breathes Dean was
letting out sounded forced and rushed. Sam took that as his answer, but
continued moving, resting a hand onto Dean's shoulder and giving a light shake
Sam asked, “Dean? Are you awake?”
Dean had laid in bed with his eyes open most of the night, thinking about what
had happened earlier, even when he shut his eyes it felt as if his body was
still awake, just unable of falling asleep. Dean would've jumped at the hand
resting on his shoulder, but he'd heard Sam's bed creak and Dean tensed to feel
the shake Sam was about to give him. Dean just sighed and responded to him,
“Yeah Sammy.” Sam pull his hand back and started to stumble over his words
which had Dean turning in bed to glance at his in the dark of the room. “Dean
I- I know I'm too old for this now, I just- I had a nightmare and I, well, can
I sleep in bed with you?” Dean sighed before giving his answer, thinking his
choices over. Dean could tell Sam no, say he is too old for this, but even Dean
knew waking from a nightmare, even sleeping, would be easier with Sam next to
him and Dean could say yes. He remembered all the times they'd shared a bed as
they grew up, all the times Sam had groan as if he was stuck in a nightmare
until he would start moving his hips against Dean. Dean thought of all the
times that happened to Sam, just thinking he was growing up and starting to
have wet dreams over girls now just like he had until he'd moaned out his name.
Dean never thought he could get so hard, he'd had to shift out of Sam's tight
little legs and finish himself in the bathroom to the thoughts of how Sam had
just came in his pants humping Dean's leg with his name on his tongue. All the
times this had happened nightly and Dean thought most about the one time Sam
had woken up. Dean kept that moment hidden deep for any time along he'd get to
dig into it, in the shower maybe, letting the water wash over him, pretending
the hand around his dick is Sam's.
Dean told him that was the only time that would happen and hoped he would
forget about it, but Dean knew better, it was all he could think about, of
course Sam wouldn't just forget it. He secretly knew he didn't want him to
forget it.
“Yeah Sam, come on,” Dean answered, finally choosing a decision, lifting the
sheet to let Sam slip underneath them. Sam curled the covers over his shoulder,
getting comfortable shifting into the mattress. Dean stared at Sam's back for a
moment questioning if he should turn over and try to sleep before Sam flipped
over and caught Dean's eyes. “Do you...mind?” Sam started. He clarified his
question by wrapping a hand over Dean's waist and moving closer. Sam was
staring up at his with his usual puppy dog eyes and when Sam lifted his head
Dean moved his arm to lay underneath him making it so Sam could rest his head
against Dean's shoulder. Dean was able to reach his arm around Sam and
unconsciously started to massage circles into his back with his fingers,
stopping occasionally to reach up and twirl a strand of Sam's hair in between
two fingers. Sam was letting out each breathe into Dean's neck and every inhale
same took was filled with the smell of Dean. Sam wished he could always lay
with Dean, he always wished that.
With every exhale Sam made Dean tried to hide his shudders. He started to feel
himself becoming hard in his jeans, that he didn't bother taking off, and hoped
Sam's arm would stay high enough on his waist that he wouldn't notice. Of
course the second Dean thinks this Sam starts to move forward to press his body
against Dean's. Sam looked back up at Dean who was looking right back at him,
knowing he felt how hard he was right up against him. Dean wasn't sure he
expected Sam to roll his hips into him, causing his eyes to roll back, but when
he thought about it the recent string of scenarios and the bulge Sam was
sporting showed Sam's plan was evidently clear. Dean felt stupid he didn't
notice it earlier. Sam was thrusting into Dean's hip like he used to in his
sleep, but now staring up at Dean with desperation in his eyes. All Dean could
feel was the pleasure through him as each move Sam made rubbed his cock into
Sam's hip.
At the groan that Dean couldn't hold back Sam pushed on his toes to move up the
bed enough to catch Dean's lips. Dean just moaned louder as the wet kisses
continued and deepened to their tongues sliding together. Dean felt he forgot
what Sam's lips felt like and tried to desperately remember the night he got to
kiss him, but Dean never knew the feel of Sam's tongue against his, running
along every inch of his mouth. It shot warmth all over him spreading through
his stomach and he could feel his cock twitch at the hard grabbed of Sam's hand
at the back of his neck, taking control of the deep open mouthed kiss. Sam was
shifted so his forearm was resting at the side of Dean's head and their hips
were positioned so every thrust would push their cocks together. They continued
drying humping and groaning into their kiss until the separated with the rough
pull of Sam's hand in Dean's short hair. Dean gave a desperate whine at the
lose of contact and was looking up at the smirk growing on Sam's lips with lust
blown eyes, his pupils covering up most of the green.
“You like that Dean? You want me to be rough with you?”
Dean didn't think twice about his question or the snarky comment he felt it
deserved when Sam gave a rough thrust of his hips and Dean was nodding his head
furiously. Sam let go of his hair and before Dean could throw himself back up
into Sam's mouth he was standing by the edge of the bed.
“Take everything off. Now,” Sam practically growled at him, Dean's dick
twitching at the almost possessive tone in his voice. Dean was scrambling at
his clothes, wanting to practically tear them off. He threw his shirt off
easily but fumbled with the button on his jeans before pulling those and his
boxers down, lifting his hips off the bed and lifting his legs to slide them
off the rest of the way, throwing them towards his shirt. When Dean looked back
up at Sam, he just gave an appreciative hum. Sam was palming at his cock
through his boxers just staring at Dean naked laying back on his elbows on the
mattress. Dean questioned for a moment how he had gotten here, but Sam then
took his shirt off in a quick motion stilling his thoughts. His eyes were glued
to Sam's cock after he let his boxers fall to the ground, kicking them from
around his ankles, and started to stroke himself, keeping his eyes racking over
Dean's body. Dean instinctively went to grab his dick and then went to match
his motions with Sam's, stilling to give a rough grab at the base of his cock
when Sam started to kneel at the end of the bed scooting closer to Dean in
between his legs.
Dean leaned back as Sam started to lean over him, his hand resting by Dean's
head. At the soft brush of their cocks together Sam took them both in his hand
and leaned in enough to say in Dean's ear, “Remember this Dean? I do. I think
about it all the time, especially when I'm getting off. Do you Dean?” Sam had
his fist tight around the tips of their cocks and was fucking up into his hand,
dragging his dick along Dean's. Dean had just had his jaw hang wide open before
shutting his eyes and groaning at the squeeze of Sam's hand. Dean eyes opened
when Sam pulled back onto his knees and gave Dean's hair a hard tug, pulling
Dean's head to the side, and Sam gave a hard bite to Dean's neck, leaving a
line of red teeth marks behind. “I asked you a question Dean. Do you think
about this when you're getting off, huh?” Sam loosened his grasp as he felt
Dean try to nod and asked, “When? When do you do it Dean?”
“When I'm in the shower, I-I think about the hand on my cock being yours,” Dean
whined out with the returning tug of Sam's hand in his hair. Sam gifted him
with a long stroke of his cock, twisting at the tip and a lick to the bite he
previously left him. “That's a good boy,” Sam cooed seeing Dean shudder at his
words, he continued, “Didn't know you'd be so submissive Dean. You always call
me a little boy, always call me Sammy like I'm a kid, but now you are my good
submissive boy isn't that right Dean?” Dean just groaned in response and Sam
proved his point with another tug to his hair, biting on Dean's earlobe and
growling into his ear, “Tell me Dean. Tell what you are.”
Dean let out a desperate whine and Sam pulled back when he tried to lift his
hips up into Sam's. Dean gave a frustrated groan before pleading to Sam, “Yes,
Sam. I'm your good boy,” another tug to his hair caused Dean to quickly fix
himself, “Ahh, Sam I'm your good submissive boy, please Sam, I'll be your good
boy, I swear.” Sam had a smug smile stuck on his face as he release Dean's hair
to bite at Dean's lips and give his hard kisses. Sam loved how red Dean's mouth
was when he pulled back and let the thought cross of how he wanted to come all
over those plush lips and held onto it for later, he had some other plans for
now. “That's right, Dean. You will be good, cause if you don't you won't get
your present,” Sam emphasized what he meant by moving his hands under Dean's
ass and lifting him lightly to thrust his hips pushing his cock past Dean's
balls and against his hole. Just like Sam had hoped Dean shuddered and groaned
realizing what he meant and replied whimpering out, “I'll be good, Sam,
please.”
Dean lifted his hips and started to move his ass against Sam's cock and at the
moan Sam let out he said, in his softest most seductive voice that Sam thought
he could never hear enough of, “Tell me what you want Sam, I'll give you
whatever you want. I'll be your good submissive boy.” Sam was unconsciously
moving with Dean's hips and as Sam opened his eyes he tried to keep his voice
steady as he spoke. “You know what I want Dean. I want you on all fours with
that ass of yours in the air and watch you fuck back against my fingers, I want
to see you push back and take every inch of my cock. I'm going to hold your
arms back and grab a fistful of your hair as I fuck into you.” Dean was
starting to visible tremble and moved back, taking Dean by the hips, and
started to flip him over. Dean willingly rolled and put himself of all four,
looking over his shoulder, hoping Sam will come through on his promises.
Dean watched as Sam leaned forward and his cock laying heavy against Dean's
hole as he moved to put three fingers against Dean lips. “Use that pretty mouth
of yours to get these wet for me,” Sam huffed into Dean's ear, making it clear
his use for them as he used his knees to push Dean's legs farther apart. As
Dean made the most sinful wet noises sucking onto Sam's fingers, Sam kept
thinking about that suction against his cock and decided he would need to make
a list of all the things he'd save for them to do later. It would most likely
be a long list. Sam pulled his spit soaked fingers out of Dean's mouth and
rubbed them against Dean's hole as he purred, “Good boy, doing just what I tell
you to Dean, doing so good.”
Dean was moving his ass back against each push of his wet fingers till Sam gave
in to let on breach his hole, curving and pushing as far as it would go inside
him. Sam let it rest there a moment before pulling it back just to push it
roughly back in. After repeating the motion a few more times Sam pulled out to
line up a second finger along with the first, still dripping with Dean's spit,
and pushed the both in as far as they could go. Sam wiggling them inside Dean
for a moment and stilled them where they were curved as Dean gasped and added
more pressure and moving over that same spot inside him, taking that as being
Dean's prostate at the way Dean was whimpering and trying to get his hips to
push back into Sam's fingers each time he pulled back. Dean whined when Sam
pulled both fingers out, but he quickly lined up all three wet finger to his
entrance for the last time and let Dean fuck himself on them.
Dean was writhing and whining every time he took all three into him, them
curved perfectly to hit Dean's prostate with every buck backwards. Dean's back
was curved and Sam ran his hand down it, slowing Dean down and easing his
finger out of him. Dean whimpered at how empty he felt before shivering at the
feel of Sam's spit running down his hole and to his balls. Sam spit into his
hand and quickly rubbing it onto his dick, squeeze the base of it before lining
up to Dean's hole and easing the tip inside. Sam stopped moving to steady
himself at the warmth and tight the clenching of Dean's hole against his cock
and he felt Dean start to move himself back to take more of Sam's dick and Sam
rested his hands on Dean's hips to eased him onto the last of it and letting
Dean adjust for a moment. Dean felt so unusually filled up and as odd as he
thought he felt when he thought how it was Sam filling him up he really wanted
to keep moving. He could feel Sam's cock throbbing and twitching inside him, he
could feel his heartbeat. Dean felt hot all over and gave a frustrated groan to
signal Sam to move right the fuck now.
Sam dug his nails into Dean's hips and pulled him back to only have the tip of
Sam's cock inside him just to thrust back into him hard. Dean whined and Sam
saw his hands taking the sheets into his fists. Sam gave a few last thrusts
before grabbing onto Dean's hair and pulling his head back, lifting him
slightly from the bed. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock now Dean,” Sam
growled into Dean's ear and let him go to rest a hand on Dean's lower back and
one on his side. Dean groaned as he pushed back onto Sam's cock feeling Sam's
hips against his ass and whined feeling Sam's dick brushing against his
prostate as he pulled back and bucked back to take Sam again and feel pressure
against the same spot inside him. Dean started to fuck back faster and harder,
the only sounds in the room being their rough pants and the slap of skin.
Dean started to clench around Sam and he grabbed onto Dean's hips hard, burying
into him. Sam moved quick to pull both Dean's hands out from under him and put
both wrists in his one hand and grabbing onto Dean's hair with his other hand.
Sam's hands grasped tighter where they were as he pulled back to fuck into Dean
again. Dean whimpered and as Sam's pace started to quicken Dean barely sobbed
out, “Sam... Oh fuck...” Sam was holding Dean up by the tight hold of Dean's
hair and began fucking harder into Dean, pushing him up with the force of each
thrust. Dean's head would be pounding against the headboard of the motel, like
it was against the wall, if his hand weren't holding onto his hair. The sounds
Dean was making became uncontrollable and Dean was desperately and
unsuccessfully trying to push his hips back. Sam kept moving faster into Dean
and with two hard deep thrusts he groaned out, “Dean...” and let go off his
wrist, Dean obediently keeping them rested over each other on his back, and
reach around to grab onto Dean's cock, needing to only give two stroke along
with his last thrusts to have Dean's hole spasming around his cock and Dean
coming all over the sheet beneath him shouting out Sam's name, his hips trying
to move in circles with Sam's cock still buried deep inside him. Sam bit into
Dean's neck and Dean felt Sam's cock twitch and his hot come fill the inside of
him and start to drip out going down to his balls and Sam reached his hand to
wipe some up and rub along Dean's twitching cock along with Dean's come
dribbling down the side of his dick. Sam eased out of Dean and watched as his
come oozed out of Dean's hole, clenching at empty air, before Sam knelt to lick
up Dean's hole and clean the come dripping from him.
Dean's legs were shaking and he was shivering at the feel of Sam's tongue
digging inside him, licking his own come for Dean. Dean let out a sigh at the
feel of Sam leaving soft kisses up his back and moving to kiss the bite mark
against Dean's neck. Dean felt Sam hum against his skin and Sam said fondly, “I
hope that mark stays there. I'll have to make a new one once it goes away
though.” Dean hummed back at his words and started to roll onto his back. Sam
stared down at him and Dean lifted his chin. Sam caught the hint and leaned to
leave a long sweet kiss onto Dean's lips and they both gave happy sighs and Sam
rolled from off Dean and curled back into him. Sam nuzzled his face into the
short hairs by Dean's neck and drifted off with his hands around Dean's waist.
***** Like This Always *****
“Fuck...” Dean cursed at the light that was streaming in through the thin
curtains. “Sam, we've got to either move to a motel that actually has curtains
that do their job or get some-” Dean stopped mid-sentence as his eyes fully
opened and he felt the warm body underneath his hands. It was Sam's bare chest.
Dean was facing Sam with his hands on his pectorals. Sam's hands were wrapped
around him, one under his head and the other pulling him in tight by his back
closer into him. Dean's eyes widen and although every instinct told him to
panic, pull away, the light squeeze of Sam's arms had him resting his head back
onto Sam's bicep and stare up at Sam till his eyes started to flutter open.
“Mornin' Jerk,” Dean didn't question holding his lips back from twitching up
into a smile. “We've got to get some different curtains,” Sam grumbled, moving
his arm to lay over his eyes and shadowing the light that was previously cast
onto Dean's face. “I know, I was just saying that, Bitch,” Dean kept the panic
out of his voice and had his usual fond tone as he spoke, rewarded with the
pleased smile he retrieved from Sam. Dean felt the slight brush of Sam's
fingers at the back of his head, toying with some of the hairs there, and
didn't repress the shiver that came although Sam's forearms was warm and
pressing into his cheek and temple. Whenever Dean would be in a situation where
he most likely would be drunk and had, in a post orgasm stupor, fallen asleep
in bed with the person he'd slept with for that night he'd be up in seconds,
hopefully before they had woken up, and was already slipping into his jeans and
heading back to where him and Sam were staying at the time to find Sam curled
into the sub-par motel blankets with a small smile gracing his cheeks as he
slept, which would easily take the guilt of a pointless fuck and disappearing
on another countless stranger. This time it was Sam though. This was the only
time he felt he didn't want to get up and rush out the door. He wanted to lay
against Sam's arm, even curl into him and feel the heat radiate off of him.
“You alright Dean?” Sam said, starting to scrape his fingers against Dean's
scalp as he ran them through his short hair. Dean hummed at the constant
pleasant feeling of Sam's fingers and responded, deciding, by the warm feeling
encasing him and settling in his gut at every small touch of Sam, to just be
honest with him, “I'm really alright, this just, this isn't weird right? I
mean, like, it's weird that it's so not weird.” Of course at Dean's words Sam
rumbled out a deep chuckle that Dean felt vibrate through his chest, that
instead of making Dean feel embarrassed caused more of a smile on him, knowing
that Sam understood even though his poor wording. “Yeah Dean, I guess it is. Do
you, think I could...?” Dean didn't need Sam to finish to get what he was
asking. Dean was already moving his eyes along Sam's face to read his
expressions and was letting them drift from Sam's trusting hazel eyes with
flecks of gold down to his thin pink lips and unconsciously Dean dragged his
tongue along his own, looking back into Sam's eyes questioningly and feeling as
though he was unable to make the first move, just as he had always felt with
Sam.
Sam could read every flicker of change in Dean's face and was staring intently,
able to watch each move of his eyes and he lost his train of thought when he
caught Dean's tongue slowly glide across his plush lips. He pulled his arm back
enough so it was his palm resting against Dean's cheek and moved his thumb
along his freckled cheekbones before giving in to the urge to brush it against
Dean's lips. Dean's eyes closed for a moment at the slow moves of Sam's thumb
against his wet lips and they opened as Sam's dragged for a moment longer
against his bottom lips, pulling it down slightly before putting his hand to
the back of Dean's neck, holding him with a sure grasp, and moved the short
inch between them to connect their lips. At the small move Sam made Dean tilted
his head up just as Sam reached his lips and they touched lightly. For a moment
they just held there, feeling the warmth of each others puckered lips, before
starting a slow movement. Their lips flowed together and they took turns to
suck onto the others and slowed when one would stop to leave a small bite or
graze of teeth for a second longer before continuing their kiss.
It felt like time slowed, the only thing being their lips together and the wet
warm of it, before Sam pulled back with a hand on his cheek and his arm around
Dean's shoulder, pressing Dean into his bare chest. Sam let out a hot breathe
against Dean's lips before he spoke, and despite the warm feel of it and of
Sam's embrace Dean couldn't repress a shudder, “I know it's surprising how it's
not weird. I was worried about how waking up the next morning would be, but I
knew how I felt and it just doesn't feel wrong. Like it doesn't feel like
something to feel guilty about.” Dean felt warmth spread through his chest at
Sam's words, knowing that is how he felt, but nerves flipped in his gut and
twisted into a knot as Sam's eyes moved away from his, Dean's still followed
each move they made, desperate to get them back to his and unconsciously moved
his head down to try and catch his gaze as he always did. “I know you used to
feel guilty about this, but even then I knew how I felt. I know you wanted me
to forget about... everything, but I just kept wanting it to happen again.
Every time I looked at you I knew I wanted everything to happen again and
again. I just know I can't go back to that now.”
At the small moment silence past through the room Sam felt the urge to pull
away, let go of Dean, as though what he were to say next would be better
without the close intimate distance. As he was about to let himself pull away,
the silence causing the nerves in his stomach to be too much, Dean reached out,
grabbing his hands as he started to move. “Sammy, you've gotta know I feel the
same way.”
“Well Dean, I don't. It's really hard to tell sometimes if any of this was just
some fucked up version of taking care of me or doing anything for me,” Sam said
gritting through his teeth with an uneasy aggravated tone. “You don't realize
how little you actually show, I can't imagine how hard it would be for a
stranger to read you, as if you would let them know anything about you, but I'm
not some stranger or one night stand. You can tell me how you feel, how you've
felt, I thought you knew you always could.”
“Sam...” Dean said, defeated. “It's just hard for me. I've always felt the same
about you, it just felt so fucked up. The way I always acted was cause of what
I knew I felt for you. It was all so fucked up Sam.”
“Dean, just talk to me about it. You know how I feel now, as if you couldn't
have that night when we were younger.”
“Sam, but you were so young, I knew that I wanted you, but... you were so
young. I couldn't just know. I could have... I could have fucked with you
somehow, made you think you wanted me. I couldn't believe anything I thought
happened then. Hell even me at that age would be desperate to get off. The
slightest touch would've made me lose it. I couldn't believe it, I kept
thinking it was just my mind playing tricks with me, there was just no way you
could have...”
“God Dean, the point is, no, everything you may have thought was just in your
head wasn't. I wanted you, I always did. And no, it's not some fucked up thing
you put into my head, it was just always like that. Come on, think about it
Dean. Every time dad was gone, all the days he wasn't there and you were. Is it
really that much of a surprise to you? That you really just think I was just
desperate to get off and fuckin' used you to do it? You can't be that oblivious
Dean.”
Dean gave a deep sigh and couldn't look up to meet Sam's eyes, but when Sam put
his hand back against Dean's cheek he looked up at him surprise and confusion
tainted in his green eyes. “Dean... even now, this is the best thing that could
have happened. Just think back to last night, hell think back to when we were
even younger. I always looked at you, I always thought about you, having you
like I did last night.” Their eyes were soft and stuck at looking at each
other. Sam really couldn't believe Dean could be in such denial over his
feelings for him he would deny what was always right in front of him. “You
know...” Sam trailed off, desperate to get off the subject of Dean's
insecurities with how Sam so obviously always felt. “I would... think about you
almost every time I was able to sneak into the bathroom or get off in the
shower. When you first asked me if I ever did that before and tossed me one of
your skin mags, I really tried to get off looking at those women, but Dean... I
just couldn't. I always ended up coming think of you. Thinking about your hand
on my dick. It was just deep set into me, I knew I wanted it before I even got
it.”
Dean tried to bury his face into Sam's palm and Sam felt Dean hum against it as
he spoke. Sam reached his arm to push against Dean's hip, which Dean lifted
just enough for Sam to slip his hand under and roll him lightly so that it was
his other hip against the bed and Sam could press himself flush against Dean's
back. Sam dragged the hand that was on Dean's cheek down from his neck to his
chest and held him close, breathing in the smell of Dean and exhaling at the
back of Dean's neck. Sam hummed against Dean at the shudders going through him
at the hot breathe on his neck and he moved his hand up to push Dean's head to
the side enough to collect Dean's lips against his and kiss him with the hope
to show him how bad he's always wanted this, to be able to do this freely. Dean
moaned into the kiss and with the wet separation of it Sam bit Dean's neck and
he rolled his head to the side, leaving more room for Sam to trail wet kisses
and licks over the hard bites he was giving. Sparks went through Dean's spine
as Sam's free hand went to run along Dean's back, from in between his muscular
shoulder blades to the curve of his back down to his lower back and resting
there.
They had just been wearing boxers because of the previous night and Sam was
grateful when the first woke up, seeing that Dean would have really freaked out
if they were completely naked, but now he was disdainfully pulling at the back
of Dean's boxers, wishing he could tear them off of his and kiss his way down
Dean's freckled back, seeing the wet trail he left behind, down to his ass and
kiss each splatter of freckles along there that he could. Count how many he
could get to before Dean was shaking with anticipation and begging to stop
teasing him, but Sam knew he could worship every inch of Dean and enjoy each
second. Dean's body was made for it.
Sam had his hand against Dean's hip, his other resting along the arch of Dean's
back, and he was pushing Dean back into every roll of his hips. He knew Dean
could feel how aroused he was just thinking back to all the times he'd think
about Dean, all the things he thought about doing. “You feel that Dean?” He
gave another buck of his hips into Dean's ass, just two thin layers of cotton
between them. “That's just from thinking about what you do to me. I would lose
it when we were younger, you'd just stroll around after showering like you
weren't fuckin' gorgeous and irresistible all wet, drops of water rolling down
every inch of you. I wanted to smell the hotel soap on you and get soaked
pressing against you. Sometimes I'd think about pulling that towel off you and
just sucking you right there, have those drops of water falling onto my face
and against my hair.”
Sam could tell Dean was gritting his teeth to keep the whines from coming out.
Sam could see where a hand was taking the sheets into a fist and Dean's other
resting against the front of his boxers, the thrusts Sam gave causing him to
push up into it without needing to even move his hand to rub against his cock.
“God Sam, I would have lost it. Probably blown my load right there. I'd get
hard just feeling your eyes on me. I hated it, I'd just get out of the shower
after getting off thinking I could control myself around you now, just to get
hard again. With just your eyes running along my body. Drove me nuts Sam,” Dean
let out in a breathy voice, resting his hand back against Sam's shoulder, his
mouth hanging open with each move of his hips.
“You know, Dean, I once saw you in the shower. I felt so fucked up thinking how
bad I wished I could see you behind the shower curtain, but I could still see
the outline of you,” Sam paused to make quick use of both his hand to pull
Dean's boxers off and by the way Dean was pushing his boxers hastily down his
hips and lifted his knees to get them off, chucking them across the room, his
words were reliving any absurd idea that Sam didn't want him as much as Dean
did. Dean's cock bobbed up to rest against his stomach. He had a wet spot
against him where his cock was dripping onto himself. Sam ran his fingers
through the mess, playing with the trail of hair there, as he continued. “You
always left the damn bathroom door open when you showered, I told myself it was
just the way we lived, a one bathroom lifestyle. So I got the nerves to go into
the bathroom while you showered, all ready with an excuse that I had to pee,
but you didn't even say anything. It was like you didn't even notice with the
water running around you, but I saw you. Your hand moving on your cock even
while I was standing right there.” Sam made sure with every few moves of his
fingers, lightly going back and forth and feeling Dean's stomach flutter at the
gentle caress, he'd graze the head of Dean's dick, stopping to tease him every
so often by rubbing his thumb along the tip. “Probably stood there for minutes
before I went to lay in bed and touch myself, I fingered myself then Dean,” Sam
panted out into Dean's ear, continuing his motions on Dean's stomach, lifting
his hips as he used his other hand to tug his boxers to his knees and position
himself so that every buck of his hips pushed the head of his cock against
Dean's hole. Sam knew Dean could feel the thick drops of pre-come that started
to run down his dick. Dean was still a little slick from the night before, but
Sam still moved his hand to catch some of spit and rub his palm against Dean's
opening, tempted to press a finger in, but pulled his hand back deciding to get
a grip of the back of Dean's neck. Sam slotted his dick right in between Dean's
cheeks and continued his movements as he spoke, keeping his fingers around the
back of Dean's neck, his thumb, wet with a little spit, rubbing along a vein
showing and felt Dean's rapid pulse. “I was convinced this was the time you'd
catch me and I came all over myself thinking about how you'd react. How I hoped
you would fuck me right there. I even thought about how you might even punish
me like dad used to tell you to. Spank me right there. I thought about it so
much. I used to lay in your bed while I did it hoping you would catch me and
spank me red for getting come on your bed, for making everything smell like
me.”
“God Sam, I used to think how much I hated spanking you. It was like you
purposely broke shit and got in trouble so I'd have to do it,” Dean huffed out,
trying to move his hips along with Sam's and catch every sweet drag of Sam's
cock. “And god, at first I thought I hated it cause I'd have to hurt you, I
never wanted to do that, but after the first time I realized I hated it because
of the way you'd wiggle in my lap and almost rub against me. It got me so hard,
I felt so messed up. I tried to tell myself there was no way you liked it, why
would you purposefully get in trouble, but god I got off on it, I kept thinking
every time you just might like it. God Sammy, the way that red little ass of
yours would shift against me, I swear you were trying to rub yourself against
me.”
Dean gasped as Sam moved his hand through Dean's short hairs and gave a little
tug. Sam growled against Dean's neck as he spoke and continued his thrusts,
keeping a possessive hand around the front of Dean, wrapping lightly around his
neck and feeling each breathe and the beat of his heart there, and the hard
grasp of Dean's hair and pulling the fistful to ease each thrust into a perfect
slide between his cheeks. “I was Dean. I was so surprised you didn't catch the
little yelps I made when I came in my pants. You'd always make them out to be
little screams of pain and go on a rampage of sorry's, when you'd really just
gave me a mind numbing orgasm. It started to become hard to find things to get
me in trouble. I remember thinking what it would be like having you over my
lap, red everywhere, rutting against me. I would come so hard on that thought
alone, all the things I would say to you.”
“Sammy, god, please,” Dean moved a hand to grip his cock and groan out with
relief as he did so and moved his other to squeeze Sam's ass and pull him in as
close as he could get. As much as Sam loved Dean's nails biting into him, Dean
was being awfully impatient. Sam let out a tssk and went to swat Dean's hands
away, causing a frustrated whine from him which if he weren't so turned on gave
away he'd punch Sam if he didn't want to get off so badly and Dean had an idea
of where Sam wanted to take this and he wanted to disobey enough to get there.
“Now Dean, we've got plenty of time. Don't be so impatient. You'll touch
yourself when I tell you to,” Sam commanded in a husky tone. Dean really tried
not to smirk and keep a stubborn tone to himself as he said, “Fuck you Sam,”
and returned his hand to his dick and bucked back into Sam, in hopes to keep up
a facade of wanting Sam to continue and brush off his disobedience.
Sam smirked, Dean had to know how easy he was to read, but he'd give him
exactly what he wanted and anyway he did misbehave. “Now Dean, are you gonna be
a stubborn boy on me. You know you're a bad boy if you disobey.” Dean ignored
his words, secretly heating up all over at them and needing to loosen his grip
to not finish too soon, and continued fucking into his fist and rubbing back
along Sam's cock. Sam's gave a deep sigh and pulled himself from Dean, giving a
light push to his hips. Dean kept up his act and didn't move his hand from his
dick and gave a frustrated groan he didn't have to force at the loss of
contact. “Come on Dean. I think we know whose fault this is, should have
listened to your baby brother,” Dean could hear the grin in his voice and knew
he couldn't give in to his stubborn side that wanted to push him away and say
he could do what he wants anyway, but he wanted what was coming so bad.
“I know you want this Dean,” Sam purred against Dean's ear. “No need to pretend
to be a bad boy, I'll give you what you want.” Dean relaxed a bit and moved his
hand off his cock to grab at the back of Sam's neck. Dean really did want his
voice right in his ear telling him what to do, Dean was grateful how much Sam
got him. He couldn't do this with anyone else, it could never be like what it
would with Sam. “Now,” Sam spoke as he kicked the boxers from his knees and he
pushed himself up, moving for his feet to hang over the end of the bed, “Come
lay your pretty ass on my lap, I know you'll like it too much, but I'll punish
you anyway, baby.” Dean turned onto his back at the sign of Sam moving and
visibly shuddered at Sam's words. Sam never called him baby, but he could
really get used to it. Dean wouldn't admit to how quickly he got on all fours
and flung himself across Sam, resting his cock in between Sam's spread thighs.
Sam had to take a deep breathe at the sight of Dean's freckled ass, wet from
his spit and pre-come, out and on show for him. Dean's legs were spread wide
and Sam could feel his inner thigh getting wet from Dean's cock brushing
against him.
“How many do you think you should get? Something so small, I think I'll give
you 15, maybe the next time you do something really bad you'll get more, but we
wouldn't want that now would we.”
Sam kneaded Dean's cheeks, digging his nails in, before starting. One loud
smack echoed through the room, and at first Sam tensed at Dean noticeably
grabbing the sheet and gritting his teeth, but Dean bucked his hips and started
to rub into Sam a bit. So Sam thought it only appropriate to grab onto Dean's
hair and growl at him to, “Stop rutting your cock against me or else I'll have
to add another five,” before starting up a steady pace of smack after smack,
stopping, to sooth the red hand prints disappearing, at ten. Dean was gritting
his teeth so hard Sam was worried he'd start grinding them, like the small time
he did that in his sleep. “Dean, stop hold back, I want to hear every noise
from you as I finish these last few.” Dean almost bucked his hips again,
needing to feel any sort of friction, but stopped himself before he got to feel
Sam's thigh just to pull away again. He let his lips part and gave a frustrated
growl at how badly he needed to get off, his ass felt like it was burning and
it tingled at every touch Sam gave. Dean cock was dripping at the thought of
his ass red and tingling as Sam fucked him, his hips hitting against him.
Sam gave another slap, drawing the last few out in between his words. “What are
you thinking about that's got you moaning like that before I even spanked you,
huh?” Another smack. “You thinking about how it'd feel with cock inside of you
while I spanked you?” Smack. “I'd bet you would make the prettiest whimpers if
I slapped your ass as I fucked into you, left my hand print all over your
pretty ass.” Slap. “Would you like that, Dean? Huh? Tell me you want it.”
Smack.
Dean starting to push his hips back into Sam's hand to keep himself from
rubbing into his thigh. When Sam smoothed his hand over his ass Dean whined at
the sting and the sparkling of tingles that went up his spine. “Yeah, Sammy,
please, I really want it, fuck me already please,” Dean was desperately panting
into the sheets his face was buried in. “Alright baby, I'll give you what you
need,” Sam soothed. He grabbed onto Dean hips, pulling him up onto his hands
and knees, slipping out from underneath Dean, leaning on the back of his
calves. Sam rubbed his finger on Dean's entrance and leans to rest his cheek
against Dean's lower back and spit onto Dean's hole, rubbing his fingers in the
lubrication. Sam pushed a finger in the breech Dean and curled it to press into
his prostate and massaged the spot inside him causing Dean to arch his back and
hike his hips up into the touch.
“Sammmm... Come on, you know I can take it, don't tease me,” Dean whimpered.
Sam pulled his finger out, dragging a second longer on the spot inside him. Sam
gave a tug of Dean's hair and a hard smack as he spoke, seeing Dean's dick
twitch as he slapped his ass cheek.
“I'll go as slow or as fast as I want Dean, and you're just gonna have to take
it.”
Dean gave a frustrated whine and canted his hips up in hopes to coax Sam's
fingers back. He gasped in a breathe as he felt the warm touch of Sam's lips on
his lower back, leaving a wet trail as he moved his kisses lower. Dean leaned
forward for his face to push into the mattress, his hips coming up closer to
Sam, and Dean buried the noises he made, being blocked by the sheets, as Sam
moved his lips to leave bite marks into both cheeks of his ass and licking over
the marks. Dean was whimpering like a wounded puppy at the small licks Sam gave
him and as he moved them over to his cheek, leaving a wet line, to kiss Dean's
entrance. Dean moaned, and started to shake at the anticipation. Once Sam
licked up from Dean's perineum to his lower back Dean was unintelligibly
mumbling a string of pleas.
“Please, Sam, I can't, just please.”
“What is it, Dean? What do you need?”
“Sam, come on, just,” Dean said groaning his frustrations.
“You want me to eat you out? Lick all around that pink hole of yours? I bet I
could have you coming all over yourself just on my tongue,” Sam said, giving a
lick over his hole, satisfied at the shiver he gets from Dean. Sam ran his
tongue along his rim and dipped it inside, pressing his face against him to get
in as far as he could and wiggled it around inside Dean. He was whimpering into
the sheet, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was grasping at them.
Sam pushed a finger inside him along with his tongue, curling it again and
repeating his motions earlier. Dean was thrusting his hips back into Sam's
moves, fucking himself onto Sam's tongue and fingers. Sam stopped Dean with a
hand to his hip as he pushed in a second finger and moved them in and out
faster, twisting them and licking them along with Dean's rim creating an easy
slide for a third finger to push along next to his tongue. Once Sam was
satisfied with how wet Dean's entrance was and the desperate whines Dean was
making, saying, “Sam, please fuck me already.”
Sam gave a last kiss as he pulled his finger out, spitting into his palm and
stroking his cock once to slick himself up before lining up to Dean's hole.
Dean held himself still, holding onto the sheets, at the feel of the head of
Sam's cock pressing into him trying to keep from bucking back to take in the
rest of Sam. Sam held onto Dean's hips, digging in bruises with his fingers and
half moons with each nail, sinking himself into Dean, taking deep breathes to
hold himself back from moving immediately in the silky tight heat encasing him.
Dean moved his hips forward, feeling pleasure sink into him with the burning
stretch as Sam's cock eased out of him. Sam leaned forward, pressing his chest
against Dean's back, putting his hands on the mattress at both side of Dean's
head. Dean felt the press of Sam's lips against his back, moving up to kiss the
side of his neck, as he pushed his hips forward till he was again encased in
Dean.
Dean moved himself forward and Sam did back creating a steady rhythm of their
hips pressing together and separating to give the loud slap of skin as they
came back together. Sam caught the whine Dean made at the hard smack of his
hips and continued his relentless thrusts into Dean. Sam fucked into him hard
laying a hard slap onto Dean's ass, giving him another at the loud moan he
gave. Sam groaned at the hand print on his ass, disappointed at it disappearing
and giving another hard slap as he thrust into him, satisfied at the shade of
red returning.
“You like that Dean?”
“Yeah, fuck, Sammy, your cock feels so good.” Slap! “Fuckkk... That's it Sammy,
fuck me baby boy, give it to me,” Dean rambled, whining in between his words
when Sam thrust into him particularly hard.
“Yeah, Dean, tell me how much you like my cock. Need it don't you? Tell me how
you've always wanted this Dean,” Sam panted, as he pulled out and pushed in
faster, biting Dean's neck and sucking a purple bruise next to the mark he'd
left.
“God Sam, you have no idea. Used to get off fucking myself on my fingers
thinking about your cock. I heard you in the bathroom Sammy, knew you were
fingering yourself,” Dean yelped out as Sam angled his hips to thrust up,
hitting his prostate at every buck of his hips.
“Yeah Dean, was hoping you would hear me, came thinking about you coming in
there and getting me off.”
“Fuck, I had my ear against the wall listening to you. I was pretending it was
you pushing me against the wall and fucking me.”
“Oh fuck, Dean, that is so fuckin' hot,” Sam panted moving a hand to press
Dean's face into the mattress. Sam thrust in as he reached around to curl his
hand into a fist for Dean to fuck into. With each thrust Dean was pushed
forward for his cock to rub pre-come against his hand, slicking its way. Sam
was moaning at the feel of Dean in his hand and the desperate whines he was
making. He felt Dean clenching up around him and he croaked out, “Oh Sammy...”
before coming, white dribbling over Sam's fist with Dean bucking his hips into
the mess spilling over. Sam pushed Dean into his hand a few last times with
each thrust deep into him and gave a loud groan coming inside him while digging
a hard grip into his hips.
Sam watched as he pulled out of Dean and the come inside started to ooze onto
Dean's thigh. Dean shivered as he felt Sam lean in to leave kisses along his
come covered hole, licking at it lightly.
“God, Sam, that was so fuckin' good,” Dean sighed out. Sam kissed up his back,
giving a last lick over his hole before laying next to Dean. He looked at him
before tilting his chin up to catch Sam's lips. They gave each other short
sweet kisses, pulling back for a moment each time to look at each other and
smile before moving back in as if magnetize to their lips. With a last long
kiss Sam pulled back and left kisses along Dean's neck, feeling Dean sigh as he
moved his lips to kiss his chest and lay his head against it.
“I've always wanted this Dean, like I've always loved you,” Sam paused to look
up at Dean and kiss him again before continuing.
“Like I've always been in love with you,” Dean's eyes widened from their half
closed state and softened at Sam's words.
“You know I feel the same, Sam. I've always loved you. Always been in love with
you too. I'd do anything for you.”
“Now we can just both have each other, like this always,” Sam smiled, shining
up at Dean. He lifted a hand to run through Sam's hair and his eyes started to
drift shut.
“Yeah. Come on Sam, let's go shower, clean this mess up,” Dean sighed, not too
excited about getting up and moving away from Sam.
“You think we could just nap for a bit first?”
“Yeah, that sounds good Sammy, lets just sleep,” Dean said with a smile, giving
a small kiss to his forehead. He ran his fingers through Sam's hair as he let
his eyes drift shut and soon began snoring lightly.
***** Sam Gets A Present *****
Ever since they'd started messing around together any chance they had to sneak
off to have quick make out sessions or fuck against the walls behind the
school. Sam was going through everyday smiling just at the thought that he'd go
home and get to roll around on the couch kissing Dean's pink lips and ignoring
all the studying and homework he has to do. Always needing to have Dean push
him back and tell him to start his school work, leaving a few lingering kisses
and saying how he'll get rewarded once he does finish. Its actually been a
great method of working, he really has motivation to get things done beside his
secret desire to go to college. Lately Dean had been slipping in certain words
though. Sam started to notice when he would pass Sam, staring at his text book
trying to think about the line he's reading and not all about what Dean'll give
him once he finishes, and he'd stop to brush his fingers through Sam's moppy
hair and bend over so that his lips would be right against his ear and huff
out, “What a good girl, Sammy.”
At first Sam would laugh and elbow Dean, ignoring how scrambled he was and the
tingling he felt all over. He'd blush every time and Dean would always point it
out and comment, “Awh, my little girl getting worked up?” and he'd leave kisses
along his cheeks and one long wet one against the little mole by his nose. Sam
assumed it was just Dean being Dean, like how he'd call him Samantha and laugh,
but it felt different than when he'd do it before and call him a girl. Now when
Dean would come home from working at the gas station down the road, that gave
them some extra cash besides what Dad would leave for them, Sam would be making
dinner for them, sometimes leaning against the counter cleaning dishes while
the burgers cooked or when he waited for something in the oven, and Dean would
jokingly call out, “Honey, I'm home.” Sam would scoff at him each time, but
he'd always blush and give a little yelp when Dean would walk over to him and
give a small slap to his ass and whisper in his ear with a dark tone, “Smells
good in here Samantha.”
Sam didn't think much of it or do much about it, he honestly would get pretty
hot over it and Dean must have noticed because Sam came home from school one
day to find a little box all wrapped up with the name “Samantha” on it. Inside
was three sets of panties which if Sam was honest were pretty and felt soft in
his hands, he could only imagine what they'd feel like on him. There was a note
behind them with Dean's scrawled handwriting reading, “Pick your favorite
baby,” and Sam couldn't help the blush at reading the pet name he could hear in
Dean's voice and just turned a darker red at reading, “I want you to wear these
and only these for me.” Sam took in the little details of each pair, the
feeling of each one. Sam decided his favorite were these pretty green ones that
had blue lace around it with green silk around the groin and ass. The others
were a pair of red lace ones that Sam was worried would be uncomfortable or
itch, but did look pretty and the last was these black boy short type ones that
was mainly a very see through lace with just a small stretch of silk around the
crotch.
Sam tried on each pair and took a look at himself in the mirror, he was
embarrassed and blushing, but had to admit he felt good in them, they were soft
and made him feel pretty. He knew Dean would love him in them. He felt a
nervous flutter at how he'd always wear these, knowing Dean had bought them for
him, to see him in them, and Dean would look at him and know he was wearing
them. Sam thought the red lace ones looked prettiest on him, but the feel of
the green and blue ones were the best. He decided to wear the red ones since he
hoped when Dean got home from working today he'd have him show off his present.
He slipped his jeans back on and went downstairs to work on what they'd eat for
dinner tonight. Each move had the panties rubbing against him and he had to
stop and take a deep breathe every few seconds to control himself. The feeling
of his soft cock brushing against the lace gave this perfect friction and he
wanted to hold off till Dean got home, so he had to make sure he didn't get
hard just by the feel of them underneath his clothes and he definitely couldn't
think about Dean or Dean seeing his red panties that night.
For kicks Sam decided to grab the apron that was collecting dust in a drawer
and tie it around his waist. He had to laugh, letting out his nerves a bit,
thinking how he must look, the frills of the peach colored apron around him
brushing against his calves. Sam decided to change into the tightest pair of
shorts he had, and was disappointed they weren't tight enough to show off his
ass in his panties, but decided it was good enough. He even felt a bit silly at
picking out his red pair so it'd match his panties, he could practically hear
Dean calling him a girl when he was digging through his dresser and throwing
clothes around, laying out some to look at and try on. He even did turns in the
mirror, trying to check out his own ass. Sam was making some chicken noodle
soup. He decided the easiest and quickest meal was best. He hadn't wanted to
spend too much time eating when the whole time he'd only be staring at Dean
thinking about once they finished. Sam did take too long picking out what to
wear too even though he didn't want to admit that.
Sam was stirring the soup when he heard the key in the lock and the click of
the door opening and closing. He straightened a bit and tried to breathe and
calm his nerves, changing his stance so that he was leaning more on one foot,
the other bent slightly and resting his palm against the counter and put his
weight on it. He thought about straightening back up because of how girly his
stance must look then shook it off and told himself it was appropriate and to
not be so nervous. Sam absently stirred the soup that he knew was already hot
and the burner was even off, but it gave him something to continuously do
instead of face Dean. He heard the sound of Dean shucking off his boots and the
usual yell of, “I'm home.” Sam took a deep breathe and tried to gather any and
all confidence he had, cleared his throat, then called out, “I'm in the kitchen
honey.” Dean's footsteps stopped for a moment then continued, becoming too
light for Sam to track until Dean asked, “What's for dinner?” Sam could hear
the smirk in his voice and the hairs at the back of his neck prickled at how
close Dean was suddenly. Sam put the spoon on the counter and moved to lean
back against it. He tried to stare Dean down and keep his look and tone dark
and keep his nerves out of it. “Just some soup,” he responded.
Dean took a step towards Sam, now just inches from him, and licked his lips
before asking, “Did you get my present baby?” Sam knew Dean already knew the
answer so Sam took his time and stared at Dean's tongue wetting his bottom lip.
He locked onto Dean's eyes and easily drew them down to his lips as he dragged
his tongue over his lips and brought his teeth out to nibble on them before
quietly letting out,“Yeah,” and going back to biting his lower lip. Dean gave a
low hum and eased in to give Sam a wet kiss. When Dean started to lean in for
another Sam laid his palm against Dean's chest to stop him and gave a sly smirk
as he spoke. “Let's not get distracted now, the soup will get cold.” Dean
returned Sam's smirk with a full on grin that made Sam's knees feel weak. Sam
knew he was an inch from giving in and thinking fuck the soup, he was already
telling himself he wasn't that hungry anyway, but he had to distract himself
from Dean and his pretty fucking face. He told himself had to show some
restraint so he turned away to grab two bowls and he heard Dean open the
silverware drawer and the slide of a chair against the wooden floors. Sam
filled the bowls and took the empty chair across from Dean, leaving Dean's bowl
in front of him and grabbing his spoon from him. They brushed fingers and kept
eye contact and Sam had to settle himself when Dean gave a knowing smile and
said, “Thanks sweetheart.”
Sam placed his spoon into his soup and took a deep breathe as he turned to take
off his apron and place it back into its drawer, folding it neatly as it was.
Sam sat and ate in silence with Dean. He ignored how he knew they both were
eating faster than normal, slurping down the leftover broth straight from the
bowl and wiping off the drops falling down their chins to their necks. Sam
stood and went to take Dean's empty bowl, moving the spoon to his and putting
them on top of each other and heading towards the sink. As Sam started to wash
the small amount of dishes in the sink, even putting on the rubber glove that
sat there and were never used, Dean gave a small chuckle and he heard his
footsteps drift away. Sam was able to focus on soap suds and each dish, even
the song he hummed lightly and the pleasant feel of the panties. He was more
than half way done when Dean was back, causing Sam to jump slightly along with
letting out a small yelp as he felt Dean's arms curl around him and pulling his
back against Dean's front. He set the last bowl he was washing down and gripped
the edge of the sink when Dean purred into his ear, “You need some help baby?”
Sam hadn't noticed that he'd pushed his hips almost instinctively back into
Dean, rolling them slightly, and went to turn the water off, snapping the
gloves off and putting them back where they were. Sam hummed and turned in
Dean's arms, resting his palms against Dean's chest and responding with a
light, “No, I'm all done.” Dean's hands were pressing into his lower back and
massaging small circles underneath his shirt and Sam closed his eyes and hummed
at the pleasant motion, pressing closer into Dean. Dean nudged his nose against
Sam's jaw in a movement to tell him to ease his head to the side and he went in
to leave kiss after warm kiss against Sam's neck, sucking and biting on hickies
and red teeth marks. Sam rolled his head slightly and Dean pulled back to see
his heavy lids and hear the quiet hum he made before speaking. “You gonna make
it even?” Sam moved his head to expose the skin of the other side, open for him
to mark up. Dean leaned in and let out a hot breathe against Sam's neck as he
said, “Yeah baby,” and went to give matching purple marks and take his time to
drag his teeth, stopping from his rough sucking to leave soft kiss.
Sam felt his whole body tingling, vibrating with every touch Dean graced him
with. He was wiggling his hips just to feel the sweet slide of his panties
against his half hard cock and he let out a long whine when Dean's hands moved
to his ass. He groped at each cheek with both hands as he bit into Sam's neck,
the lace rubbing against him with every hard grab and press of hands. Sam dug
his fingers through Dean's short hair and relished the moan he felt against his
neck from Dean when his nails scraped against his scalp. Dean thumbed at the
waistband of his shorts and Sam groaned when his fingers grazed his panties.
Sam moved to grab Dean's wrists and pulled them back. Dean gave him a confused
look and Sam just smiled at the nervous hint in Dean's expression and pressed a
hand against Dean's stomach as he said, “Tell me if you like them,” then pulled
back to easily slide his shorts off and step out of them.
Sam felt too embarrassed to look at Dean and stared at the floor, turning
almost as red as the panties, and he tried to stop from locking his hands
together and covering the bulge of his cock. He was able to see the head of his
cock poking out from the top of the panties, now hard just from the feel of
Dean's gaze on him, and he couldn't hold back from covering himself with his
hands. Sam tried to look up at Dean and was surprised at how red Dean was, he
even had to clear his throat to get Dean to make eye contact with him. The
embarrassed look Dean gave made Sam pull him hands back to his sides and feel a
warmth spread through him at how fazed and flustered Dean looked. He gained
enough confidence from that to bring a finger to play with the lacy waistband
as he said, "You like 'em Dean?" Dean huffed and gave back a few unintelligible
gurgled half words before clearing his throat and letting out a still raspy,
"Fuck yeah."
Dean stepped forward and rested his hands on Sam's hips, unable to look away
from Sam's cock slightly hidden by the fabric and only looked back to Sam as he
said, "Look how pretty my girl is, you look even better than I imagined." Sam's
blush returned and he looked away from Dean's smug grin at what his words
caused. Dean chuckled and moved his thumb to run against Sam's warm red cheek
and said, "Is my baby girl getting embarrassed?" Sam felt really embarrassed at
Dean's words especially with how hot it was getting him. He got unbelievably
hard at the idea of being Dean's baby girl. Sam whined out, "Deannn,"
stretching his name and moving his hands to play with the hem of Dean's black
shirt. Dean dragged his hands up Sam's back, his warm calloused palms running
on his skin underneath his shirt as he said, "Now Sammy, no need to play
innocent, I know my girls really naughty, isn't she?"
Sam already felt dirty and a bit silly in his panties. He couldn't get himself
to respond so he just tugged Dean's shirt and gave a little whine. Dean had a
satisfied smile on his face, teeth showing with the hint of his tongue in
between. Sam couldn't believe a few sentences and Dean had all the power back
and now he was the flustered one. He glared at Dean and went in to kiss that
cocky smile off his face. Sam gave Dean a long hot kiss, extending till Dean
was starting to dig his nails into Sam's back and Sam could feel the hot press
of Dean's hard cock through his jeans. Sam gave a small tug of Dean's hair,
pulling him back from the kiss, admiring the wet shine of Sam's spit on Dean's
lips, and bucked his covered cock against Dean's and gave a hard bite to his
neck and Sam could feel the wet spot seeping through his jeans creating a small
dark patch at the tip where Dean's cock was twitch and leaking at every drag of
teeth Sam gave, each hickey left on his neck.
Now Dean was the one that whined out, "Sammyy," and he took a moment to give a
satisfied smile before moving his hand to lift Dean's shirt up, running his
hands up Dean's sides as he did so. Dean lifted his arms and Sam eased the
shirt over his head and made quick work of his own, crossing his arms to pull
it over his head. He could feel Dean's hands running all over his skin before
his shirt was even fully off. Dean was already working his tongue against Sam's
nipple when Sam was freed from his top, catching the flick of Dean's tongue
against the nub and seeing Dean easing to his knees. Sam was holding Dean's
head against his chest as Dean started to suck hard, stopping to swirl his
tongue and brush his thumb against his other nipple, playing with it between
his thumb and pointer. Sam was a squirming mess, bucking up into Dean's chest,
pre-come wetting his panties and leaving a trail against Dean's skin as he
humped against him. Dean pulled away, continuing to rub his thumbs on Sam's
nipples as he spoke, "You like me sucking on your tits, Sammy? Yeah, you like
that?"
Sam just groaned and pushed against Dean's head to bring him back to give
experienced flicks of his tongue, but stopping to run it down Sam's stomach,
dipping down the trail of hair to circling the head of his cock peeking just
out of the red panties. Sam rested his hands on Dean's shoulder and tried to
keep his eyes open and focused on Dean's. Dean could taste Sam on his tongue
already and massaged his ass through the pretty panties, digging his fingers in
and grabbing hard each time. "Dean, stop teasing me," Sam whimpered as he
watched Dean continue swirling around the tip of his cock, feeling Dean's hot
breathe on him. "No, what if I like teasing you baby?" He gave a soft kiss to
Sam's cock and stared up at him before running his tongue along the bulge
showing through the panties, going up and down the length, enjoying the whines
being pulled from Sam before stopping to continue, "Hm? I want to see you
losing it, begging me. What is it you want so bad Sammy? Huh? Tell me. I'll
give it to you."
Sam let out a long groan, his head lolling back. Dean's voice alone was hot,
but this. This was so dirty, Dean on his knees in front of him giving small
kisses and kitten licks to his covered cock. Sam felt like he was going to
explode. "Dean, god, I want that pretty mouth around my cock. Have you feel
these panties brushing against you as I fuck that mouth." Sam was practically
growling the words looking down at Dean's dark eyes, watching the smirk grow as
he spoke. "Fuck yeah baby, anything my girl wants," Dean said, moving his
fingers to the panties, pulling them down just enough to let Sam's cock out yet
stay placed on Sam's thighs. Sam groaned in relief at the cool air on his dick
and went to put his hands on the back of Dean's head, guiding him and watching
every second as his lips went around the tip of his cock and Dean staying put,
hollowing his cheeks and sucking, waiting for Sam to move into the wet heat.
"Fuck," Sam said as he moved his hips and his cock eased into Dean's mouth, his
pink lips around the base of his dick. Sam groaned as Dean took all of it, his
throat spasming a bit and his eyes watering before looking up at Sam, giving a
little moan to tell him its okay to start moving. Sam held onto Dean by his
short hairs and pulled Dean's head back slowly, keeping his eyes on Dean's, and
enjoyed Dean sucking on the head before thrusting his hips forward. Dean gagged
at the force and tried to keep his eyes locked on Sam as he pulled his hips
away and fucked back in. Dean was pressing his palm against his jean covered
cock as Sam kept up his motions, pulling back when Dean started to choke a bit
and continuing when Dean sucked harder and moaned around his cock. Dean
unbuttoned his jeans to slip a hand around his dick and give a hard squeeze to
the base to keep from shooting in his underwear right then.
Dean kept a hard grasp on his cock and held himself off as he kept his eyes on
Sam, his face twisting in pleasure. Sam was trying so hard to keep his eyes
open and when he felt close he pulled Dean off his cock with a wet pop and took
a mental picture of Dean's red lips, his messy hair in Sam's rough grasp, and
the line of spit going from his dick to Dean's lip. "Fuck, you're so hot Dean,"
Sam panted, moving his hand to rest on Dean's cheek, his thumb running along
his lower lip. Dean grinned and gave a small hum, leaving a kiss on Sam's thumb
before standing on his bruised knees. He shucked his jeans off, stepping out of
them and kicking them away before pushing up onto Sam, their cocks against each
other. He ran his hands down Sam's sides, resting on his soft thighs and said,
"Jump," curling his fingers around his thighs, starting to lift Sam as he gave
a little leap and wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, looping his hands
around Dean's neck.
"Fuck," Sam breathed into Dean's ear as his hands kneaded into Sam's ass and
pulled his cheeks apart, the back of the panties now in the crack of his ass.
Dean rubbed them against Sam's hole and Sam moaned, letting his head fall back
as Dean's fingers circled his rim, Dean going to give a hard bite to Sam's
exposed neck. Sam cradled Dean's head and tightened his legs on Dean's waist as
Dean started to move them, walking the short distance to the small hallway and
to the door of their room. Dean gave small licks and bites to Sam's neck as
they moved and when Dean's knees touched the edge of their bed he held Sam's
back and eased them both onto it, Dean hovering over Sam and Sam's legs still
wrapped around his waist. The room was filled for a moment with just the sound
of their wet kisses and the moans they made as they would rut against each
other. Dean pulled back to leave a trail of kisses from Sam's neck down his
chest to stomach.
He kissed Sam's cock and moved to push Sam's thighs up. Sam went to hook his
hands under his knees instantly and kept his head up trying to watch Dean,
waiting in anticipation for the slightest touch. Dean ran his hands down Sam's
thighs, moving up to give one bite to each and kiss lower and suck on the skin
there. Dean chuckled when Sam gave a long frustrated groan and Dean slowly
moved his finger along Sam's skin to slip the panties to the side a bit,
purposely letting his knuckle brush Sam's hole as he did so. Dean hooked the
undergarment over the finger of one hand and grabbed onto Sam's ass as he held
them back. He moved to kiss Sam's ass cheek then held them apart to see Sam's
hole. Dean looked up at Sam staring at him as he moved to leave a small kiss
against it and Sam whimpered and tried to squirm his ass closer. Dean gave a
dark chuckle against his hole and gave it a small lick before stopping to
speak, breathing the words against Sam, "You want me to lick your pussy? Want
me to eat you out baby girl?"
Sam tried to just groan in response and move closer again, but Dean held onto
his ass to keep him still. "Tell me Sammy," Dean commanded, gripping his ass
cheeks harder. "Fuck, Dean," Sam drew out, frustration strewn in his tone.
"Please, fuck, please eat me out Dean. Lick my pussy, please." It came out as a
whine and Sam was red from face to chest, embarrassed at his dirty words and
the tone of his voice. He tried to rush the words out and move a hand to his
cock, getting a second to rub the wet lace against him before Dean pushed his
hand away. "No, I'm gonna give you what you want, but my Sammy's gonna come
just on my tongue. I want these panties to be soaked when I'm done with you.
Wanna use your come to fuck you open with my fingers." Sam gave a desperate
whimper and said a quiet, "Please," and then Dean went in, at first giving a
few more kisses turning wetter and longer.
Dean looked up at Sam and gave a long lick with the flat of his tongue and
Sam's head fell back as he groaned. Dean pulled back to give a smack to Sam's
cheek and Sam's head shot up with a glare shot down at Dean. "I want you to
watch me while I eat you out Sam, keep your eyes on me or I'll stop," Dean said
and gave a satisfied smirk at the jerky nod of Sam's head immediately after his
words. Sam held on tight under his knees and kept his head up the best he could
and watched as Dean gave another lick across his hole, this time keeping his
eyes locked on Dean for the life of him. Dean flicked his tongue up and down on
Sam's hole, circling his rim, before dipping in slightly and wiggling inside
Sam. Dean had a hard grip of Sam's cheek, held him firmly apart, keeping the
panties to the side. Dean still felt the brush of lace on his chin as he push
his tongue as far as he could and groaned against Sam when he moaned and
clenched around him.
Dean pushed on Sam's thighs, lifting him up off the mattress to pull him off
his tongue then let him fall back down, his tongue pushing its way back in.
Dean tried to curve his tongue and move it around inside Sam as he kept lifting
him. He sucked around his rim and wormed his tongue deeper, loving the moans
and whimpers he pulled out of Sam. Dean pulled his tongue out and licked Sam's
hole, sucking the rim at Sam's frustrated groan of loss, then gave a kiss
before grabbing Sam's hips, hooking his hands in the panties and flipping Sam
around with the grip. Sam let go of his knees at the push and rolled along with
the press of Dean's hands, his head pushed into the pillow in front of him, now
on his knees, his hands gripping the sheet next to him as Dean pulled his ass
cheek apart and dove back in. Dean's tongue went in deeper with the new
position and Sam groaned into the pillow, starting to twist his head to the
side, trying to see Dean, catching a glimpse of Dean's face buried into his
ass.
Dean moved his tongue back a moment to say, "Sammy, be a good girl and hold
your cheeks open for me." Sam obeyed, moving his hands to hold his ass cheeks
apart along with holding his panties back, moaning at Dean's dirty mouth, his
face now shoved more into the pillow. Dean placed his hands on Sam's ankles and
before he pressed his tongue back into Sam's hole he said, "Fuck yourself on my
tongue Sammy." Dean tried to wiggle his tongue and worm it deeper as Sam push
back against Dean, whimpering and shaking with each thrust back onto Dean's
tongue. Sam was panting and keeping up a steady movement of his hips, now
whining out muffled cries against the pillow, "Dean, please, I need to, oh god,
please, Dean."
Dean was aching, his cock soaking his boxers. He pushed onto Sam's thigh and he
gave way just as Dean wanted and with the small push fell forward, his stomach
now pressed against the mattress, Sam canting his hips up in the air. Dean laid
down so he could press his dick into the mattress, digging his tongue back into
Sam, and started to rut against it, humping along with each thrust of Sam's
hips. Sam pushed his cock into the mattress and his ass back on Dean's tongue,
a continuous motion, the lace rubbing the perfect friction along with the
pressure of the mattress. Sam couldn't take it anymore. Dean put his hands over
Sam's still on his ass and kept up the motions, pulling Sam to him and pushing
him back into the mattress, egging Sam on with moans and growls. "Dean, I'm,
god, I'm so close," Sam whimpered. He tried to move his hips faster, pushing up
with his knees and falling back down, failing with the shaking of his legs
betraying him. Dean wrapped his hand over Sam's hips and took control at the
frustrated noises Sam made. Dean wiggled his tongue inside and pulled Sam back,
getting as deep as he could before pushing him into the mattress, continuing
till he heard Sam's moans becoming higher and Sam tried to force out, "Dean,
I'm gonna, gonna-" and Dean pushed into Sam getting as deep as he could, Sam's
cock twitching and spilling out come against the mattress, filling his red
panties.
Dean gave a happy groan and pulled his tongue out, flicking over his hole a few
times despite the soreness of his jaw. He left a few soft kisses before rolling
Sam over, taking in the sight of his wet belly, come coating the sheet and
dripping down his dick and into his panties. "Fuck, that was hot, look at my
pretty girl," Dean said, dropping kisses along Sam's stomach, licking some come
off. "Remember what I said Sammy?" Sam gave a little nod and despite how
exhausted he felt the thought of Dean fingering him was enough to push away the
sleepy haze he felt, his muscles relaxing, feeling as though he would melt into
the mattress. Sam watch as Dean lifted the front of the lace panties and took
two fingers, running over his softening cock, to scoop up what come he could
get. Sam felt heavy and sated, but still moved his legs apart as he knew what
Dean was going to do.
Dean ran the two fingers across his spit soaked rim, biting his lower lip, he
pressed them in slightly, looking back up to Sam. He eased in with Sam's come
slicking the way and after getting to the second knuckle Dean leaned forward to
spit on them, pulling out a bit and pushing back in to spread the light
lubrication around. Sam moved his hands to his ass, reaching under to hold his
inner thighs and steady their shaking. Dean scissored his fingers a moment
before pushing them deeper. Sam lifted himself up, as much he could, to push
his hips back, Dean's fingers pressing in deep and curving to push against
Sam's prostate. At the whimper Sam let out Dean went to hold his hips still so
he could spit on his fingers against then moved his hand to hold one of Sam's
ankles and let Sam push himself onto Dean's fingers. Sam tried to push his hips
so Dean's fingers hit that spot each time. "Look at you," Dean hummed. "So
fuckin' desperate for it, aren't you baby?"
Sam could feel his cock starting to fill, now half hard as Dean's fingers
pressing right into his prostate as he fucked himself back on them, the burn
satisfying him and feeling like it heated his whole body. "Fuck," Dean groaned,
as he pushed on Sam's hip to press him down. "You can really take it can't you,
fuck yeah." Dean pulled his fingers out, just the tips still inside him, and
soaked the two along with a third and pressed back in. Sam moaned and bucked
his hips up as Dean pushed his fingers deeper, searching for friction, rubbing
his hardening cock against his panties. Sam rolled his hips and pushed towards
Dean, whining when Dean pushed his fingers to the second knuckle, stopping and
curving them, letting Sam adjust. Once Sam started to squirm, giving frustrated
groans, Dean pulled his fingers back and pushed in deeper. "You like that
Sammy? Does my baby girl like that? Huh?"
"Fuck, Dean," Sam groaned, "I can't take it, I need you. Now." Dean hummed and
kept moving his fingers in and out of Sam, holding Sam down by his hip. "Need
my cock baby? Bet you can take it now. You're taking my fingers so good Sammy."
Sam whimpered and tried to lift his hips up, to wiggle his hips farther,
closer, to Dean, push back on his fingers, but Dean pressed onto his hips,
moving his fingers, giving a last thrust into Sam before pulling them out. Sam
whined out, "Please," and Dean leaned up to give Sam a long wet kiss then ask,
"You ready Sammy?" Dean had his hands next to Sam's head, hovering over him. He
bucked his hips and Sam moaned as Dean's cock ran along his wet hole. Dean
moved his hips as he looked down at Sam, rubbing his dick between his cheeks.
"I can take it Dean, please," Sam begged, pushing his hips back into each buck
of Dean's.
Dean pushed Sam's hair back and gave a kiss to his forehead, moving to leave
one on his lips. He then spit into his palm and spread it along his dick,
rubbing the tip against Sam's hole before pressing in. Sam gasped at the
pressure, taking a deep breathe as Dean soothed him, running his fingers
through his hair. Dean inched inside, moving deeper into the heat of Sam till
his hips pressed against Sam's ass. Dean groaned, holding in place trying to
control himself till Sam started to roll hips to get Dean to move. "Relax
Sammy, I'm gonna make it so good for you baby," Dean said, pulling his hips
back, thighs almost shaking with how tight Sam is, till just the tip of his
cock was inside Sam then pushed back in. They both moaned, overwhelmed with the
pressure.
Sam lifted his hips and wrapped his legs around Dean, his ankles hooking
together. Dean pulled out and thrust in, in and out again, creating a rhythm
and biting Sam's neck as his head fell back to let out a moan. "God, Dean, you-
ahhh!-feel so, oh god, so good," Sam croaked out between thrusts. "Fuck Sammy,
your pussy feels so good baby. Doing so good Sam," Dean moaned out as he fucked
into Sam's hole, holding Sam's hips and pushing him back onto his cock. "Dean,
fuck, I'm-" Sam cut off on a moan, throwing his head back and reaching to grasp
onto the sheets. "Gonna come again baby? Come just on my cock Sammy," Dean
panted against Sam's neck. "You feel so good Sam, love you baby. Love my
Sammy," Dean whispered, putting his forehead to Sam's, thrusting into him,
brushing his lips against Sam's. Dean held Sam's cheek and gave his last
thrusts as he felt Sam digging his nails into Dean's back, then came inside Sam
to the sound of him gasping and Sam's come warm against his stomach. Sam sighed
around Dean's name, tilting to touch their lips together.
"That was so good Sammy, you feel so good," Dean breathed, brushing his thumbs
against Sam's cheek. "Dean...Your come feels good inside me," Sam panted,
trying to level out his breathing. Dean kept over Sam, brushing his cheek and
running his fingers through his hair, before Sam spoke up. "Love you too Dean,"
Sam said, smiling up at Dean, easing his legs down as Dean pulled out of him.
"So good baby, bet you really scratched my back up," Dean chuckled, rolling
over, putting his arms around Sam as he laid against Dean and held onto him.
"Sorry," Sam said quietly. Dean laughed and gave Sam a long kiss, guiding Sam's
head up to catch his lips, kissing Sam's forehead when he laid his head back
onto Dean's shoulder. "Don't be sorry baby, bet I'll feel it for the next few
days. Gonna need you need remark me once they're gone." Sam hummed, already
drifting off and responded with a quiet, "Gladly."
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