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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Weecest_-_Relationship, Wincest
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Needy_Sam_Winchester, Bottom!Sam, top!dean, Dominant_Dean_Winchester,
      Teasing, Foreplay, Rimming, Anal_Sex, Hand_Jobs, High_School_AU, request
  Series:
      Part 3 of SPN_Drabbles_and_Requests
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-09 Words: 2698
****** Sweet Home Alabama ******
by MyAngel4ever
Summary
     Request: Okay, how about a highschool au?
     Sam keeps teasing Dean in class by touching him under the desk and
     such ;) and Dean has a hard time pulling it together, then he decides
     to get revenge and distract Sam while he's doing homework
Notes
     Sorry for the long wait! Feel free to request. :)
Sam can remember his favorite adolescent year, when he was sixteen, in
Jacksonville, Alabama. Dean had stayed back a year or two, obviously not giving
a shit about getting a degree, but Sam had stayed dedicated and true to his
studies. He loved the school there. The teachers were kind and always managed
to make lessons interesting, the grounds were clean, nobody teased him for his
towering height and the students were genuinely avid academics like him. But
the one thing he enjoyed the most was the substitution system.
If one of Sam’s subject teachers were absent he was to go to his sub venue,
which was another classroom, during the period where he’d have to sit and do
homework or study. His sub venue was room 8, Ms Raymond, Dean’s History
teacher’s classroom. He loved it when he had sub, always secretly hoping to sub
when Dean’s class was then. Whenever it happened, Dean would allow him to sit
next to him and do his own thing while he was being taught.
Sam loved being around Dean, and the extra forty minutes, although short, was
always something he enjoyed. He would watch Dean from the corner of his eye and
smile at snarky comments he made at the teacher and fellow classmates. Dean
would always have his book out, but he would never do any work in it. He also
had a habit of chewing the end bits of his pencils, but never his pens. It was
the little things that spurred Sam on with his infatuation with Dean.
The feelings had always been reciprocated. The brothers were in a forbidden
relationship, that most would look with disdain upon. But they didn’t care.
They only had each other to look out for. Everyone else meant nothing to them.
They would hold hands and hug in public, but they would keep the rest of their
affection for behind doors.
However, there was one time when Sam was dying to touch and be touched, but was
stuck at school for another forty minutes, subbing in Dean’s class. Dean was,
as usual, not paying attention and doodling a gory cartoon of him cutting off
the head of a vampire. His cock was throbbing with need, and, unable to control
it anymore, he leaned in by Dean’s ear.
“Dean,” He whispered, trying not to sound desperate, “I need you.”
Dean slowly turned to look at him and shook his head. “No. Wait ‘til we get
home.”
But Sam wasn’t prepared to wait. He wanted it now, and Dean should have known
better to keep him waiting.
Sam’s lips curled into a devilish grin, a vengeful idea tempting his fingers.
Dean needed to learn a lesson: when Sam wanted him, he was going to get him at
that very moment and not a second later.
He slid his hand onto Dean’s thigh, almost to warn him for the oncoming hell he
was about to give his older brother. Contrary to popular belief, Sam was very
impatient, and it would be a something one would remember for a long time after
the mistake was made. Sam was going to make sure Dean would feel that very
soon.
“Sammy,” Dean growled low and cautious, “what are you doing?”
“Punishing you for making me wait.” He grinned, digging his nails into his
inner thigh. Dean was going to protest; tell him how much of a brat he was
being… until Sam had cut him off short with a provocative grip on his crotch.
Dean had forgotten to breathe for a moment, watching Sam press his palm in
rhythmic, tantalizing strokes.
His grin widened when he noticed Dean visibly shudder. He could feel his cock
stir with each rub, affecting his own in the same way. Dean was trying so hard
to keep a straight face and ignore him, but it clearly wasn’t working so well,
judging by the shaky breaths and slight, barely audible gasps he made.
“Sammy, stop.” Dean said in a cautionary tone. “We can’t so this here. People
might…”
“See us?” Sam chuckled softly. “I don’t have a problem with it at all.” He
continued to torture him, his fingers dancing in a tauntingly alluring pattern
that was, slowly, but surely, breaking down his waning resistance. “You should
never keep me waiting, Dean.”
His jaw clenched when he felt his zipper being pulled down. Dean’s hand grabbed
onto Sam’s wrist instantly, shooting him a warning look, trying to retain
modesty and dominance at the same time. Sam, however, was having none of that.
He tightened his grip on Dean’s crotch, and his wrist was instantly released.
In punishment, Sam pulled out his length, his throbbing erection dripping with
pre-come, almost begging him to carry on. Being a merciful, generous little
brother, he happily granted Dean the pleasure he was craving.
Dean suddenly gasped, but covered his mouth as soon as he had felt Sam touch
him. Sam grinned, loving how sensitive he was. He loved doing this to him;
making Dean melt at his touch, only to be punished for doing so later. And,
boy, he could barely wait til then.
“Mr Winchester,” The teacher finally spoke up, staring pointedly at Dean, who
was red in the face, “are you ill? You seem to be burning up.”
Sam buried his face in one arm as he continued to stroke his brother’s member,
trying to suppress the evil giggles that threatened to escape his lips. He
could hear Dean audibly gulp and laugh nervously, only spurring on a grin from
him.
“No, ma’am. I’m fine. Just a little hot. ” He said in a slick voice.
Sam pouted. What, no squeak or whimper? He couldn’t allow that. Sam pressed his
thumb into his sensitive tip, rubbing euphoric circles into the head, making
Dean gasp loudly. He could feel everyone looking at Dean and, God, did he feel
the excitement of embarrassing him.
Dean quickly recovered by pushing his pencil bag over the desk slyly, the whole
clutter of pens, staples, white-out and a few odds and ends scattered below
him.
“Dammit.” Dean groaned convincingly. “I’ll pick it up.”
Ms Raymond laughed it off and turned back to the whiteboard to continue her
speech on the causes of the Civil War. Sam looked up to see the mortified look
on Dean’s face and grinned. Dean had been humiliating him is whole life, and
revenge felt so great.
“Gee, thanks for nearly getting me caught, bitch.” Dean hissed.
Sam grinned, deciding to end off his revenge in the best way possible. “Well,
if you didn’t like it then you shoulda’ just said so.”
He let go of Dean completely, rendering him utterly confused. It was amusing to
watch Dean visibly squirm out of sheer indecision of what he wanted. Eventually
Dean settled with a glare.
The bell rang at that moment, saving Sam’s ass. He got up triumphantly and
winked at Dean.
“Better hurry. Dad will be upset.” Sam chuckled in amusement, watching Dean
scramble around to make himself decent and pick his things up before he skipped
out of the classroom.
***
 
Sam kicked his legs back and forth in the air, lying, stomach down, on the
musty motel bed he had claimed as his own. He wasn’t even the slightest
paranoid because John was ‘home’, doing research on his latest case. Dean
wouldn’t dare do anything while their father was there, so it gave time for Sam
to do his homework.
Dean was staring into the laptop screen, probably watching Asian cartoon porn,
Sam thought, while John was discussing Ghouls with Bobby over the phone. He
couldn’t focus on his math homework, but was lazily putting down incorrect
answers.
John’s call ended shortly, making the man rush to grab his jacket, keys and
machete. He looked up at Dean and listed the same precautions as always: “Take
care of your brother”, “Don’t let Sammy out of your sight”, “If you see a
Ghoul, decapitate it” and so on. That meant only one thing to Sam: they were
going to be alone, Dean in charge.
His excitement coursed through him, his heart fluttering at the thought of what
Dean would do to him for his little stunt at school. He was hoping for a good
spanking. The blood rushed to his crotch just thinking about the delicious pain
and pleasure that would greet his skin.
John exited the room, leaving a tense, electric atmosphere in the air. For a
moment, Sam had caught Dean’s mischievous gaze, giving him a glimpse of what
was in store for him. He wasn’t going to shy away from it. He wanted to be
punished, but he also wanted to tease Dean a little more. He loved seeing his
brother lust over him.
He pretended to actually give a damn about math, writing down a whole bunch of
nonsensical numbers and symbols that he’d correct later. He refused to look at
Dean, even when he heard him get up and slowly approach him. He could feel the
elder Winchester’s presence behind him, staring at his body, probably stripping
him with his eyes. It took every inch of willpower Sam had not to turn around
and spread his legs.
“Come on, Sammy,” Dean grinned audibly, “are we really going to play this
game?” Sam could feel Den straddle his ass and lean in close to his ear, his
whispers sending blissful chills along his spine. “You know I’ll always win.”
Sam intentionally ground his ass up, rubbing against Dean’s crotch. His head
turned, finally meeting Dean’s lustful gaze, biting down on his bottom lip
seductively.
“Oh really?” Sam’s eyebrows quirked, challenging him. “Prove it.”
***
Sam clawed at the bed’s headboard, panting in exhaustion and need. He couldn’t
take it anymore. Dean had been doing this for two hours and showed no signs of
letting up soon. His hands were bound to the bedpost with one of John’s ties,
knees painful from kneeling for so long. Beads of sweat ran down his body as he
pushed his ass back, wriggling in desperation to come.
Sam could feel Dean smirk as he flicked his tongue over his prostate. He gasped
and arched at the touch, pressing back against his face. And then Dean pulled
back and he was whining again. It was torture; being teased with a little
pleasure, but not able to climax. He would have given Dean props if he weren’t
so frustrated.
“Dean, please…” He whined, his pink asshole fluttering in need.
Dean chuckled behind him. “Aw, Sammy, such a needy slut for me. Are you tired
now?”
“Yes,” Sam panted. “Yes, I’m sorry. Please, Dean, I need it. Need you.”
Dean’s large hands caressed his ass, feeling every inch of the smooth skin. Sam
bit his lip to stop himself from begging further. He already lost enough
dignity. Unfortunately, Dean noticed.
“You’re still holding back, Sammy.” He sighed with amusement. “Just act like
the little cockslut you are and I’ll consider letting you come.”
Sam was stubborn and needy. Even though he could manipulate Dean, the current
situation he was in left him weak. Dean held all the cards this time, and there
was nothing Sam could do about it.
Just realizing that made Sam shudder.
“Please, big brother,” He whined, quivering his bottom lip as he gave Dean his
most adorable, pleading puppy eyes, “please fill me up with your cock and fuck
me until I can’t breathe. I was a bad boy for touching you in school, but I
just needed you so badly.”
Dean licked his lips, his eyes glimmering with lust.
“But did I give you permission?”
Sam looked down, shamefully, and whispered quietly. “No.”
“Then you weren’t allowed to touch me.” Dean looked at him sternly, Sam’s
entire being submitting to him. “Do I have to keep on reminding you who owns
you? Do I have to remind you to obey your rules and only do something where
permission is granted?”
Sam whimpered. This wasn’t looking good. By the way Dean was speaking, he was
still banking on punishing him for at least another hour. He felt guilty for
disobeying, but he couldn’t take the torture anymore. He needed to come.
“I’m sorry for disobeying, Dean, but I never do. Please, I can’t handle this
anymore.” Sam shook, trying to hold back the frustration in his voice. “I need
to come. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Dean’s eyebrow quirked.
“Anything.” Sam repeated.
Dean hummed to himself as he thought of all the possible things he could make
his sweet little brother do for him. The temptation was far too great to push
aside.
“Fine. For the next week, when dad’s not around, you are only allowed to wear
those pretty pink panties I got for your birthday.”
‘Well, it could be worse.’ Sam thought to himself. Besides, a desperate man
doesn’t exactly think about the consequences of his bargain in his moment of
weakness to particularly give a shit.
“Deal.” Sam groaned. “Just please.”
 
Dean smirked to himself. “Atta boy, Sammy. You can never resist me for long.”
He roughly pulled opened the drawer and dug out a condom, easy ripping it with
his teeth and sliding it on his cock. Dean was so hard that even the process of
sliding on protection sent shudders down his spine.
Sam ardently gripped onto the headboard, pushing his ass out subconsciously.
The wait was killing him. He wasn’t patient at all, but Dean loved to drag it
out. He was about to curse at the jackass until he stopped altogether at the
feeling of the elder’s blunt tip pressing against his puckered hole.
Dean roughly grabbed Sam’s chestnut locks and yanked his head back, eliciting a
delighted moan. “You like it when I’m rough, don’t you?”
“Deaaan,” Sam whined, biting his bottom lip as he robbed against him, “stop
teasing.”
“Fine.” He said, and, just like that, he snapped his hips forward, burying his
thick, throbbing cock inside him. Dean didn’t relent in giving Sam exactly what
he wanted – no – needed. He drove into him, his hands roaming restlessly around
Sam’s lean body.
Sam’s hands quivered, aching to touch him. He barely had enough time to breathe
between the harsh rapid thrusts. Each slap of their skin together sent jolts of
pure pleasure throughout his body. He loved being bent over, like this, and
filled up, especially at the hands of Dean.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sam repeated, throwing his head back, his hair dripping
with sweat. “Oh god, Dean, harder. I need to come.”
Dean chuckled in amusement. “Your body is so slutty when I’ve teased you raw.
Every inch of you is so sensitive.”
To prove his point, Dean went on to rub Sam’s erect nipple, causing the younger
to keen and moan at the touch. He was in absolute agony. He was so close to
feeling his release, but he just needed that one little push.
And it came (no pun intended) faster than he had thought.
Dean angled his hips and had hit his prostate, instantly sending electric jolts
along his skin as he felt the intensity of his climax hit him hard. He was sure
he sounded like a complete porn star as he screamed and clawed at the
headboard, sounding out sentences like “Oh Dean!” and “Yeah, just like that!”
Sam’s slutty screaming triggered Dean’s own orgasm, riding out the high that
gripped him. Soon, the only sounds that came out of the two was their heavy,
weighted breathes pf complete satisfaction.
It only lasted five seconds, however, when sudden panic set in as soon as they
heard the 67’ Chevy’s motor roar into the motel parking lot.
 
Sam still laughs at the memory, remembering the secretive, knowing glances they
shared when John had come in and there wasn’t any evidence of their promiscuous
actions, aside from the bright cherry hue on Sam’s cheeks.
He still has no idea how John hadn’t suspected their non-brotherly acts of
affection. Nevertheless, Alabama was a good time for him. So when Dean had
asked where they wanted to spend their small weekend off from hunting,
‘Alabama’ was the first word that came out of his mouth.
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