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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Mutual_Masturbation, Mutual_Pining, Comeplay, Comedy, Masturbation,
      Voyeurism, Voyeur_Dean, Underage_Sex, Underage_Sam, Sharing_a_Bed,
      Sibling_Incest, Incest, Impala, Impala_Sex, Weecest, Weechesters, Dirty
      Talk, Frottage, Dry_Humping, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Anal_Fingering, Come
      Swallowing, Come_Eating, Blow_Jobs, Marking
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      Published: 2017-01-10 Updated: 2017-01-18 Chapters: 7/? Words: 5184
****** Shake It Off ******
by jesscandigelvis
Summary
     It's better just to ignore it.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Nashville *****
It was better to just ignore it.
Of course it would be easier to ignore if it wasn’t happening in Dean's own
bed. God, how he missed the twin beds they had back in Wisconsin....or even
better, the separate rooms they had in Georgia. But now Dean has no escape from
the 98 pounds of writhing, moaning Winchester just inches away from him. Dean
knows Sam thinks he's being quiet but shit, at 1AM in an all but deserted motel
Sam's little whimpers may as well have been in Dolby Surround Sound.
Don't get him wrong, he gets it! Christ when he was 14 there was no stopping
him. But fuck, at least he had the good grace to jerk off in the fucking shower
where he wasn’t making an awkward sibling desperately try to hide a boner under
tissue-thin motel sheets.
Dean pressed down hard on his dick to try relieve some pressure as the mattress
shifts to-and-fro every few seconds in rhythm with Sam's breathy gasps. They'd
been held up in this damn room for 2 weeks. 14 fucking nights of nicotine-faded
floral wallpaper, black and white television shows and a horny Sam making porn
noises as their ankles touched. Dean was finally beginning to understand the
phrase 'at the end of my tether'.
If Dean really concentrated (which of course he didn't) he could actually hear
the skin on skin sound of Sammy's hand and cock, gradually getting faster and
faster resulting in a wet noise and a triumphant intake of breath...usually
followed by Sam getting out of the bed mumbling something about needing to pee.
After the bathroom door closed behind him Dean could historically beat off and
shoot his load in record time. Allowing enough wiggle room to shove the used
Kleenex under the mattress before a clueless Sam lumbered back in to finally
fall asleep.
Neither of them had ever mentioned it. Sam must know that Dean was always
awake. Dean knows Sam knows that Dean can hear him. But obviously it was creepy
and weird jacking off in bed with your big brother so the chances of little
teenage Sammy bringing it up over the dinner table were pretty fucking slim.
For Dean to mention it would probably result in him blurting out that his
brothers under-sheet frivolities were leaving him with a nightly case of blue
balls which is even creepier.
Sam whined again, followed by a series of little breathy 'Oh' sounds that made
Deans toes curl. The bed rocked ever so slightly but frankly Sam may as well be
smashing the headboard against the wall given the vulgarity of the motion. “Oh-
h shit” comes the broken whisper as Sam inevitably comes all over his hand and
stomach. Dean scrunches his eyes as tight as they'll get to stop himself coming
in his pants like a kid until Sam mutters his leave and escapes to the
bathroom.
The door hasn’t even clicked shut before Dean's releasing himself from his
boxers, arching and coming in long messy streaks over his own chest... a murmur
of Sam's name on his lips as he does.
It was better just to ignore it.
***** Should've Said No *****
Chapter Summary
     Routine is good right?
Nearly a month into their stay at the Shithole (Staylowe) Motel on Highway 65,
Nashville, Tennessee and John still hadn’t returned from his “No more than 3
days, boys” hunt. Sure he'd checked in every few days via telephone. Grunting a
non-committal estimated end date and a gruff “Watch out for Sammy” before
disconnecting the line.
They hadn’t bothered to enrol Sammy in a school cause they thought they'd be in
and out within a few days and moving onto a new town. Both brothers were going
a little stir crazy. Spending every day frequenting the same 6 stores to the
point that they'd memorised every item on every isle. Sam actually spotting one
overly quiet Tuesday that the supermarket was out of stock of both Avocado's
and whitening toothpaste.
They got a good routine going though. The Winchester brothers had never had a
routine before so at least that was novel. They ate breakfast together every
morning. Dean would go for a run while Sam would take the first shower, leaving
it running and hot for Deans return. They'd drink coffee and ponder some lore
books. Sam actually reading them while Dean reliably perused the most recent
copy of Busy Asian Beauties he had tucked inside his hard-backed decoy. Around
midday they trained. Dean working hard to beat his Dads record to reassemble a
45 before sparring with Sam in the sun, on the hidden grassy verge behind the
motel. Late afternoons were spent wandering around the stores, rarely buying
anything but usually enjoying a decent bit of conversation. But the time Dean
dreaded came like clockwork every night around midnight... 30 minutes after
they'd switched off whatever shit movie they were watching on the black and
white television the sounds would start. Whines and moans. The faint squeals of
the sagging mattress shifting beneath the slight movements of the youngest
Winchester.
Routinely Dean would scrunch his eyes and beat off once Sam ran off to the
bathroom for his nightly cum-clean up. It was taking it's toll... Dean was
finding that Sam was beginning to frequent his day time jack-off fantasies as
well as his midnight ones. Dean couldn’t stop himself choking out Sam's name
every fucking time he spilled against the tiled walls of the shower. Fist full
of rock-hard -cock and Sam's girly conditioner. He'd started pinning Sam down
under him for longer than he needed to during their sparing sessions. On
occasion he'd found himself waiting for the even- breathing of a sleeping Sam
so he could curl in a little closer than a brother should, just to smell all of
that deliciousness that slept next to him.
Dean knows he’s wrong and gross. The word 'incest' had rattled around his brain
more than once during those long nights. But that couldn’t stop him from
pressing his ankle just a little firmer against Sam's own while his brother was
to caught up in pleasure to notice. He puts it all down to hormones and
Nashville's serious lack of bangable broads. Well that and the God-damn cherry
conditioner.
Tonight was no different. Faithfully, the movements and noises began right on
time. Dean assuming the 'clutch your balls and don't cum in your pants'
position as Sam worked himself over. Dean was plucking up the courage to do the
ankle touch when Sammy's legs spread wider. Dean bit his lip and tensed every
muscle as his brothers cold toes pressed against his calf. Was it just Dean or
was Sam even noisier that usual? Most nights it was just the indecipherable
moans and groans of a horny teen but Sammy's getting a little vocal tonight.
Cursing under his breath when he twists his wrist just right. Dean can fucking
hear him licking his lips.
“Oh God,....please!” Sam mutters around what must be a mouthful of the motel
sheets.
Dean digs the blunt finger nails of his free hand into his thigh while the
other desperately staves of his orgasm. Sam's getting faster and fucking
louder. There is no fucking way he thinks Dean is sleeping through this shit.
Dean digs his fingers deeper as Sam finally cries his release
“Fu-u-ck DEAN!”
Silence
Apart from Sam's sporadic breathing.
Nope.
Big pile of fucking nope.
Dean did not hear that. It's the blue-balls. He's imagining things. There’s not
a snowballs chance that Sam was jerking off to Dean...calling out his name. And
there’s absolutely no fucking way that Dean's creamed in his own pants before
Sam scurries across to the bathroom like he always does.
Nope.
Nope nope nope.
***** The Outside *****
Chapter Summary
     Ever wondered how Dean ended up with John's leather jacket?
Dad was back.
Only took 5 weeks. Dean was bitter but relived when John strode across the dark
threshold, bruised, but in one piece. The brothers didn’t ask any questions.
They knew better. John bypassed Sam to give Dean the briefest of hugs before
declaring that they needed to leave.
“Bags in the car and ready to hit the road in 10, boys”
“Yessir” They chorused, before bagging the few sparse items they had laid out.
Given 10 and they were buckled into the back of the Impala within 6. John
kicked up a shit load of gravel as he floored Baby out of the parking lot and
onto the highway.
They never paid for the room.
They were heading north towards Kentucky, neither boys asking why, or what was
there. Sam fell asleep while Dean stoically took his place as human pillow as
his legs cramped up. They'd done this since Sam was very little, Dean was
internally grateful that Sam was yet to grow out of it. Dean leant his head
against the cool window, allowing himself to drift off to the crackling lull of
Zepplin playing on the radio.
When Dean woke the car had stopped. Gas station lights blinked blindingly
through the windshield. The rattle of the nozzle in the side of the car alerted
Dean to their fathers whereabouts. He watched through squinting eyes as John
screwed the gas cap back on and walk towards the store to pay.
“He gone?” Sam murmured from his place between Deans thighs
“Mhmm, paying”
“'m sorry, Dean”
“Sorry? What fo-”
Dean was quickly silenced by Sam un-popping the buttons of his jeans and
shoving both hands inside them.
“Pass me your jacket” Sam asked sweetly. Dean obeyed in silence. Laying the
leather over Sam's hips, covering him. “Thanks”
So apparently this was happening. A lap full of hard and horny Sammy who was
gonna blatantly beat off in front of him with nothing more than a half-hearted
apology. Dean couldn’t think of a single fucking thing to say. Not one
objection as Sam lewdly stroked himself under the coverage of his brothers
coat.
“Keep an eye out for him” Sam gasped
But Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his little brother
pumping himself hard and fast. Sam soon turned his head to face Deans stomach
biting down on a mouthful of his favourite AC/DC shirt to help stifle some of
the more vulgar noises.
“'m sorry, Dean! I had too...needed”
Dean still couldn’t form a sentence. Just stared as Sam pulled his legs up to
thrust harder into his fist as he worked himself to completion. At least Sam
knew he was on a clock.
“Dean...fu-u-ck...Deannnnn” Sam was pretty much frigging screaming now as he
coated the underside of Dean's jacket.
“Sam?” Dean finally struggles one word from his throat.
“So sorry Dean” Sam muttered sadly, as though he was expecting a Dad-style belt
lashing
“S'ok.... you're 14” Dean mumbled back as an excuse. As though being 14 was a
good enough reason to jerk off in the back of a car with your brother.
“I meant about your jacket” Sam smirked, balling it up and shoving it under the
passenger seat as the approaching crunching of gravel alerted them both to
their fathers timely return.
“I can borrow Dad's”
Dean managed a crooked smile down at a fuck-flushed Sam before John got back
behind the wheel and sped them off down another dark highway.
***** Blank Space *****
Chapter Summary
     Shit just got real
“Three singles?”
“Twin and a double please, honey” John replied “5 nights if you can manage it”
“We got the double, but for the twin we only have an apartment suite – two
bedrooms and kitchenette” chirped the receptionist, while tapping away on her
keyboard
“There 'ya go boys, you can feed yourselves for a few days”
Dean nodded obediently at his Father as Sam innocently snuggled a little closer
into Dean's collar, still half asleep from the ride.
John handed over his credit card and took the keys as the receptionist thanked
'Mr Nicks' for choosing to stay with them.
Sam was pretty much asleep on Dean's shoulder by the time they crossed the
threshold of room 112 – for Winchester standards it was actually pretty decent.
Dated but clean for once. Dean gave Sam a squeeze to rouse him, dumping their
bags by the small dining table. Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes.
“We can still get a few hours shut eye kid, don't worry” Dean smiled
“Separate rooms?” Sam questioned, looking at the two doors – one either side of
the kitchenette.
“All they had”
“Oh”
Dean shook his head slightly. No way was Sam actually upset by the fact they
were no longer sharing a bed... or a room. Sam was most definitely excited that
he could beat of in the peace and privacy of his own room, Dean told himself.
He doesn’t want his pervy big brother getting in on his alone time. Even if he
did cum all over himself with his head in your lap – there is no way. Nope.
By the time Dean had finished his inner monologue Sam was throwing the plastic
bag containing Deans soiled jacket in the trash, shrugging at the bin.
“Sorry about that” he smiled sheepishly at Dean, slight blush on the peaks of
his cheeks.
“Happens” What? No the fuck it doesn’t. Brothers don’t cum all over their
brothers jackets.
Sam raised both arms above his head and stretched theatrically letting out a
long cat-like noise glancing at the clock and announcing that they could get
another 4 hours of shut eye before having to get up. Dean agreed and watched,
slightly open mouthed as Sam stripped of his shirt, threw it across the room
onto a sagging armchair and wished Dean goodnight.
After staring at Sam's closed door for 30 unexplainable seconds Dean went into
his own room. Muttering to himself that he needed to go out and get laid.
Dean slid under the cold covers 5 minutes later, pulling them up under his
chin, immediately missing the warmth of another person laying next to him. Just
the warmth, Dean told himself not Sam. Without actually deciding too, Dean slid
his hand into his boxers, running calloused fingers over his half hard cock.
Not thinking about Sam
Not thinking about the smooth, unblemished planes of Sam's chest, his perfect
dusky pink nipples getting hard as Dean licked over them or his long legs
wrapping around his waist. Definitely not thinking about the little pleasured
whines and whimpers that Sam would make when Dean slid a finger into that tight
little virgin hole. He twists his wrist thinking about anything but the way Sam
would scream Dean's name so loud as he fucked him hard into the mattress.
“FUCK” Dean grunted. Letting go of his dick seconds away from cumming all over
himself.
With a stomach full of guilt and his dick throbbing between his legs he swings
his feet over the side of the bed and silently creeps out into the kitchen and
tiptoes to Sam's door. He can see the light filtering through from underneath.
As he edges closer he can hear it. What he needs.
Sam, faithfully, is at it again. Even lewder and louder than usual thinking
that, for once, he doesn’t have an audience. Sam is fully panting, the slap of
skin on skin audible even through the wood. Dean drops his boxer shorts around
his ankle to take his dick in hand again. Pre-cum slicking everything
perfectly. Sam's talking again, thank you what ever God is up there!
“Fuckkk...yeahhhh....right-fucking-there...screw your baby brothers little
asshole..mmmm”
Dean is painting the door with his release before he can even fully process
what he just heard.
Well fucking shit, even Dean cant talk himself out of that one. Sam was 100%
jacking to the thought of him. The thought of Dean fucking him.
All Dean could think of on the way back to his own room was that this was
totally worth ruining a jacket for.
***** Fearless *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam's a little bitch
“Sammy we need to talk”
“We need to talk, Sammy”
“Sam, I think we have some things to discuss”
Dean rubbed his hands over his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. No matter
how many times he practised this in front of the mirror it still didn’t sound
right, fuck knows how it was gonna sound when he actually faces Sam in person.
Tomorrow was Sam's fifteenth birthday. Dad had left two days ago with no
intention of finishing his hunt in time to help celebrate it. Dean had planned
on taking Sam to the diner down the street, couple of steaks then sneaking a
few beers back in their room. Best he could manage.
When Dean leaves the bathroom to get into bed he finds Sam sprawled across it,
reading a book.
“D'ya mind”
“Not at all” Sam smirked, throwing Dean the middle finger over his shoulder
before turning the page. Dean took a deep breath to help man up before flopping
down on the bed next to Sam, slinging his leg over his brothers.
“What 'cha reading?”
“Catcher in the Rye”
Dean flipped himself over onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Rehearsing his
lines in his head, cause now was as good time as any for the 'big talk'. He
needed to be the grown up now. Needed to talk some sense into Sam, explain that
they both needed to get out a bit more, meet some chicks.
Incest...codependency..blah fucking blah. Dirty wrong...Dad will kill us. Stop
saying my name when you cum. Stop making me so hard so fast it makes me dizzy.
You owe me at least 10 pairs of underwear cause thanks to you their all fucking
wrecked. And Jesus fucking Christ keep your God damn clothes on when were in
the same room
“Dean....we need to talk”
What the fuck?
“W-what about?”
“Why you were outside my door night before last”
“I wasn-”
“I could see your feet under the door, Dean, c'mon”
“Is..is that why you...you said....it?”
Sam rolled over and smirked again...eyes feral in a way Dean had never seen
them before “No, that’s not why” he teased.
Dean had never felt tenser in his life. Laid like a plank of wood against the
bed. Eyes flickering between Sam and the ceiling. Not daring to hold his gaze
with either for too long
“Let me ask you a question” Sam trailed his fingers up Dean's arm and watched
the goosebumps rise in their wake “All those nights you were listening to
me...why did you wait until I left to beat off? Thought I was sending a pretty
clear invite”
The 'this is wrong' clichés swirled round in Dean's head as Sam continued to
smile so sweetly at him. Dean chooses and chokes out the classic “I'm your
brother!”
“And you got hard for me every night didn’t you big brother?” Sam slinked into
Deans lap before the older Winchester even knew what was happening. Straddling
his thighs and gently rutting his denim covered cock against Dean's with a
giggle.
“You don't know what you're doing”
“That's true but you can show me, De” Sam whimpered, grinding down so hard that
Dean couldn’t stop his hands coming up to grab hold of Sam's hips to stop the
teen toppling over with enthusiasm as he rutted with abandon against Dean. “Did
you cum in your pants every night for me too? I could hear you through the door
you know, cumming for me.”
“Fuck, Sam stop...ple-a-se”
“I need this Dean....so do you!”
“St-o-pp”
“Make me”
Dean could throw Sam off in a second if he really wanted to. But he was hot and
hard and so- fucking-close!
Dean tightened his grip to help his little brother perfect his back and forth
motion.
“Gonna cum in your pants right now for me ain’t you?”
Dean closed his eyes
“Say it for me”
“Can't”
Sam bucked harder “Oh Godddd.... come on Dean... need to hear it”
“Fuck.... gonna....gonna make me cum in my pants”
And he does, and judging by the screams so does Sammy. Clinging onto each other
as they ride the waves, harder than Dean's ever known them crash.
“Shit...shit....shit” Dean whines as Sam nuzzled his face happily into his neck
“Thank you, De. Thank you...thank you.” Sam whispers against his skin, shaking
in Dean's arms.
Dean doesn’t know if he's supposed to say 'You're welcome' or 'I'm sorry' as he
rubs soothing palms down Sam's spine. Feeling the cum cooling in his pants.
***** Fifteen *****
Chapter Summary
     One step at a time
     Happy Birthday Sammy
“Itssss myyyyy BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY” Was the shriek that greeted Dean at....fucking
7am?!?
“Yes it is” Dean groaned, pulling the covers up over his eyes in a vain attempt
at blocking out the starts of the sun, that were beginning to shaft like blades
through the blinds. “It would have still been your birthday at 10 y'know”
Sam was bouncing on the bed now, singing happy birthday to himself.
“Can you at least put some clothes on?”
“Nope!” Sam chimed. Dean pulled the covers back to look at his little brothers
devilish grin. Now sat positively vibrating with excitement, wearing nothing
but a pair of Dean's hand-me-down boxers that were sliding deliciously off his
slim hips.
Dean stretched his arms high above his head to his the blood flow moving to
other parts of his body. “So, kiddo...what do you wanna do today?”
Sam smirked again, climbing atop Dean's calves.... “There’s a lot of things I
wanna do today”
Dean scrunched his eyes shut and whined “Sammy, seriously knock it off...”
“It's my birthday...I should be allowed to do whatever I want ” Sam crawled his
way further up Deans body to rest his chin the the vee of Dean's left hip,
staring up at him with huge eyes. “You know you didn’t even kiss me last night”
“We really shouldn’t talk about last night, Sammy...like really”
“Why not?” Sam pouted, revealing the little kid he really was
“Why not?!” Dean choked out an almost laugh “Why not? Jesus Sam where do I
start? You’re 14-”
“Fifteen”
“Shit fucking fifteen, you're my brother, my little brother, your a guy, Dad
would fucking kill us and its fucking illegal Sammy!”
“So?”
“Shit... I....just”
Sam was still nestled into Dean's hips, taking sanctuary in the tiny bit of
pudge that sat between the bones and the muscle, eyes bright but sad that Dean
was still trying to fight.
“Don't you love me?”
“Christ, Sammy. Of course I do”
“And you want me?”
Dean couldn’t answer. It was a choice between lying or admitting the feelings
that were never to be admitted.
“You do, don’t you Dean?”
“Sam, please...I can't....we can't....” His voice disappeared
Sam sat back on his heels between Dean's legs, fresh moody pout plastered all
over his face.
“Okay Dean”
Dean widened his eyes...that’s it? Its over?
Sam backed a little further away, as Dean felt the relief (and instant regret)
wash over him, until Sam tucked his thumbs into the waist band of his boxers
and slid them down until his cock slapped against his tummy with a tiny smack
that almost made Dean giggle. Instead of giggling he just gaped like a idiot.
“So no touching” Sam affirmed “Touching is bad. But you can still watch
me....its not wrong if we're not touching”
Dean said nothing as Sam leaned back further and spread his legs. Wide. The
youngest Winchester never broke eye contact as his sucked his index and middle
fingers into his mouth. Making noises that were in no way necessary until he
pulled them out sloppy and dripping wet.
“Never tried it with two” Sam whispers “Do you think it's gonna hurt?”
Sam didn’t wait for answer. He didn’t need one. Sliding his fingers straight
down to his sweet little pink hole and rubbing so gently around the rim.
“Think I could take two straight away?” Sam groaned, pushing ever so slightly
against the puckered flesh to feel the resistance. “So fucking tight,
De.......”
Sam's hole was quite possibly the pinkest thing Dean had ever seen. Like bubble
gum. Exactly the same colour as the lips he was currently licking obscenely.
Dean watched with unblinking eyes as Sam pushed slightly harder with his middle
finger and that spit-wet little hole just opened up around him to swallow it in
to the first knuckle. Sam used his hips to push himself further down onto the
digit until there was no more to take. Almost screaming. Mouth open in a long
silent cry.
“De.....are you hard for me?”
There was no way Dean could deny it. The sheet was tented ridiculously over his
dick. So he nodded.
Sam was pumping the finger in and out now. Arching forward to let saliva
dribble straight from his mouth between his legs, helping to slick the way as
he readied another glistening finger.
“Think I'm ready for another? I do....ready to watch my first time?”
Dean just nodded again like an moron. As Sam squealed desperately, forcing in
his index finger alongside the first.
“You're gonna hurt yourself!” The big brother in Dean broke out and he finally
found his voice. Reaching over to the duffel at the side of the bed and fishing
around in the side pocket for the mini bottle of KY he kept there.
“Help me, De...pleaseeeeeee”
Dean flicked the cap and reached out with shaking fingers to tip the bottle and
squeeze slightly...not touching Sam...no touching. Just watching as the gel
fell messily over Sam's fingers and ass.
“Tha-a-nk yo-ou” Sam panted, trying again and succeeding to sink both fingers a
little further with the slick easing the way. “Not wrong if we don’t touch” he
repeated and Dean nodded, mesmerised
“I can cum just like this y'know”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... ”
Sam dropped himself harder and harder onto his hand, cock sliding hypnotically
over his navel as he bounced.
“I-I'm close Dean....So fucking close...shit Dean.... just want this...this to
be your cock in me....so deep” With that Sam slammed himself down and spurted
wetly all over his stomach and chest. Screaming for his big brother to fill him
up.
Still sweating and panting Sam slicked up his two lubed fingers with the cum on
his tummy, bringing them to Dean's lips. “Taste me”
Dean was sure his was trying to shake his head but instead he opened his mouth,
letting the dripping finger tips slide sweetly across his tongue. Dean couldn’t
stop himself from shoving his hand into his shorts and with one slight tug was
creaming them. Sucking like a starving man on Sam's sweet and salty fingers.
Sam quickly chasing it with the kiss he so desperately craved, and Dean just
had to give in....pulling a sweat-damp, beautiful Sam into his arms.
“Fifteen years old.....” Dean murmured into Sam's mouth
“Happy Birthday to meeeeeeee”
***** Bad Blood *****
Chapter Summary
     Sweet Sammy
Dean woke up to the sweetest kisses on his lips. With no need to open his eyes
he just smiled into them gratefully. The tiny moans of his brother disappearing
between his lips as he opened his mouth to accept the tongue that begged to
slip between them. They were still naked, Sam sprawled across Dean like a
blanket, licking into his mouth with tiny movements like a kitten, mewling
happily like one too. When Sam decided that his big brothers throat was in need
of the same attention Dean turned his head to look at the clock.
17:16pm
“We slept all day”
“Mhmmmm” Murmured Sam around a mouthful of Dean's collar bone.
Dean chuckled at the sound. Part of him wanting to push Sam away but the rest
figuring that they were this far down the rabbit hole that he may as well give
in. Sam licking and sucking and biting his way down to lavish Dean's nipples
with they same treatment as everywhere else, sugar coated licks until they
hardened. Until Dean was moaning, rolling his head back into the pillows with
shuddering pleasured breaths that just spurred Sam on.
“Not gonna fight me this time big brother?” Sam grinned
“You seem to always win”
Sam laughed and carried on. Mouth over Dean's right nipple and index finger and
thumb on the left, tweaking both until Dean didn’t know what he was begging
for.
“Sammy! Should I even ask where you learned that?”
“Think I'm a slut Dean? Reckon that I've been screwing around? Blowing drivers
in all those truck stop bathrooms, making 'em cum using just this mouth...this
tongue” Sam accentuated his words with a particularly perfect lick and suck
over Dean's chest. Grinding his hard cock against Dean's thigh.
“Did...did you do those things?”
Sam laughed “No” he nibbled his way down to Dean's hips, sucking tiny marks on
the skin there. “I was tempted sometimes...wanted to be good when I got to
you...if I got to you but I wanted you to be my first Dean....still do”
“Believe me Sammy you're very very good”
“I settled for watching a metric-fuck-tonne of porn”
Dean choked a hard laugh followed by a gasp as Sam's beautiful little mouth
wrapped around the head of Dean's rock hard dick. Lapping at the pre-cum
gathered over the slit, his first taste.
“Do you wanna be my first, De?”
“Baby boy....I...”
“De, I want you. Trust you...all those nights I spent touching myself all I
could think about was you....your fingers...your big hard cock....all wet from
my mouth sliding into me....I wanted to make you cum so hard. Don’t want
someone else to do it...they...” Sam trailed off, head cocked slightly as he
resumed his ministrations over Dean's now throbbing dick. Sammy's confessions
making him hotter than hell. So desperate to just sink inside that pretty pink
hole of his.
“Don't you wanna wait? You're...you're so young”
“But I'm not stupid Dean....thought about it for a long time and I know what I
want”
Dean threw his head back again, half in exasperation half in pleasure as Sam
worked his way down his dick again. Taking in at least the first 5 inches. Not
bad at all for a first time. Sam made the most beautiful gurgling noises as
Dean pushed against the back of his throat, refusing to let up and just working
more and more into his mouth.
“Fuck, Sam! Your mouth!”
Sam let up. Pulling off Dean with a resounding pop that filled the motel room
like a frigging firework.
“Don't!!! Don't fucking stop Sam please...fuck fuck”
“Promise me you'll do it. Promise you'll be my first and I'll make you cum”
Dean shook his head and gasped “Shit, Sam I fucking promise!”
Sam needed no more encouragement and took in as much as he could again.
Swirling his tongue, jacking everything he couldn’t fit in his mouth until Dean
cried out, pumping fast and deep into Sam's clenching mouth, swallowing all he
could but allowing a little to trickle messily out of the corners of his lips.
Sam definitely had been watching a lot of porn.
“Thank you, De....I knew you loved me”
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