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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      bareback, Alpha/Alpha, Age_Difference, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Not
      brothers, bottom!Dean, Top!Sam
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-02 Words: 5749
****** This knots for you ******
by BloodyFreckles
Summary
     SPNKINK-MEME PROMPT: Dean's an alpha but there's something wrong with
     him: he's not interested in fucking betas and omegas, no, he'd rather
     get fucked by a big alpha man.
     Thing is, he can't find any alpha to fuck him, because alphas just
     aren't attracted to others alphas (or none of the alphas Dean has met
     were willin to take the risk getting caught with another alpha
     because it's taboo or something)
     Then Sam, barely 14 and still lanky as hell, pops his knot and makes
     it very clear that Dean is his now, and okay, Sam might still be
     shorter and skinny but his dick is huge and his knot even bigger and
     Dean might be in love.
Notes
     First off, sorry I haven't been writing anything lately. I'll start
     working on that soon. But secondly I got in the writing mood and
     decided to scour the spnkink meme community and something caught my
     attention, so I wrote it to the best of my abiities. I hope it's okay
     at least. I'm not happy with the sex scene, felt like I've written
     better but I'll work on that in the long run. Original prompt can be
     found here incase you want to try your hand at it: http://spnkink-
     meme.livejournal.com/86430.html?thread=32668062#t32668062
Society was a crock of shit. It always had been in Dean's eyes, but to be more
more specific, it had more to do with a/o/b genetics. Society allowed these
genes to dictate down to the nitty gritty bone. Omegas were submissive hard ups
willing to do anything for a knot, Betas were the ones who were meant to the
partner an alpha dreamed of, while Alphas were the cream of the crop, the
domineering types.
Where did that leave Dean? Looking at him, yeah, you'd be right. Bonafied
alpha. He inherited it from his daddy. He always knew someday he'd pop a knot,
he always knew his chemistry would lead him around by his dick.
Only....
It didn't.
Dean remembers as far back as three, being around the big strong alphas his
father had as friends and how he looked up to them and admired them. Around
eleven he realized he didn't just admire these alphas, but he had some pretty
serious crushes. He secretly wished he'd end up an omega, but alas, life? Never
that freaking simple.
When he popped his knot. His dad and mom held him a A Man Party, okay, so he
called it The Man Party but it was really called A coming of age Celebration.
Once you went through the changes, everyone had one and when he had his, he
felt nothing but bitter resentment for his body working against him. As people
congratulated and patted him on the back for receiving such a high reputation
in society, he wanted to slap their hands away and sulk off to his room. Was it
too much to ask that the knotheads he dreamed about let him take it hard and
long?
That was over six years ago. Thirteen was an age of enlightenment and moodiness
he didn't want to relive but some of that bitterness holds over. In his world,
it's frowned upon if members of the same genetic hardwiring sleep together.
It's seen as an abomination. Much as he wants an alpha to bed him, it just
wouldn't happen.
It would never happen.
He was stuck for the rest of his life, being fawned over by Omegas and Betas he
had no interest in while his mom and her friends tried to set him up with the
wifey or husband for life.
But then....
Sam came along.
                                   ---------
It was the first week of November in 2013, winter was already hitting Kansas
pretty hard and Dean was arms deep in a engine that wouldn't start for shit. He
tried everything he could from cheap tricks to using the best parts they had on
hand and still, the damn thing was a stubborn son of a bitch. It even spit
rusty old oil in his face at one point as Castiel walked by and dryly commented
that he should clean his face before the omega population realized he wasn't
the prize winner they wanted.
Screw, Castiel. He wasn't anyone's prize.
His head was still deep underneath the hood as he was deciding to call the
shop's client and admit defeat. “I'm sorry, Elroy ol boy but she's a goner.
Looks like you'll have to get a new engine or buy a whole new car.” Yeah, like
that would go over well. Elroy was one of their most loyal customers, he had
been fixing this old chevy for years.
“Deano,” His father's voice verbrated into his head.
Dean jumped up and knocked his head against the hood, cursing as he knew a lump
was going to turn up at the sharp pain that stabbed through his skull. “Thanks,
dad. Sneak up on a man while he's in deep thought. That gets people killed.”
John scoffed, lips pulling at the corners teasingly. “You having deep thoughts?
Call me when the President's a woman.”
There was a very throaty and somewhat squeaky giggle to the left of his father,
so before he could retort, his eyes landed on a very gawky and awkward looking
teenage boy with bright slanted eyes and a mop of chestnut brown hair that
looked like it was washed in the finest waterfalls in fiji.
“Who's this?,” Dean asked, momentarily mesmerized before he reminded himself
that the object of his somewhat lust was probably underage and a big no no.
John grinned. “Remember my friend Mary Campbell?”
“Yeah, she moved here about two years ago,” Dean recalled with a nod.
“Well, this is her son, Sam and he's here to learn a thing or two about cars,”
John said, casting a proud glance in Sam's direction.
The boy looked down, eyes coy yet shy and Dean felt a stab of disappointment.
Okay, maybe the kid was cute but alphas never looked away in embarrassment.
Definitely some omega.
Dean smiled, giving Sam a critical look. “What's got you interested, kid?”
Sam shrugged his shoulders. “I... well...”
John clapped a hand over Sam's shoulder. “Let's just say he needs to know
because he recently got his own car in May and he'd enjoy learning a thing or
two to keep her running on his own when he's finally old enough to get his
license.”
“Yeah, that,” Sam nearly muttered, shuffling his body awkwardly, eyes on Dean
for a second before he looked away.
“And I'm guessing you want me to teach him?,” Dean asked, wanting to shoot his
dad a death glare. Then again, even if Sam wasn't here, he wouldn't. He always
respected his father's decisions for him at the shop despite the fact that he's
been legally an adult for two years.
“Ring a ding ding. You hit the bell on the head,” John said, smiling. “He's all
yours.”
Dean nodded. “Got it. We'll work out a schedule and go from there.”
John clapped Sam on the back again and Sam jerked forward with a grunt, looking
startled. “You're in good hands, son. My boy knows what he's doing and he's an
excellent teacher.”
“Thanks,” Sam muttered again.
John shot him a concerned look then nodded. “I'll leave you boys to it.”
John left them, standing by the old green chevy that had finally given up on
life and Dean wasn't sure what to say as Sam slid his hands in the pockets of
his gray hoodie but it came to him. “Alright, so the engine on this is kaput.
Meaning dead. We'll leave this be and we'll go look at a car that's got a much
simpler problem for you to learn from.”
Sam looked up and nodded. “Okay.”
Dean shut the hood down with a slam and then nodded his head for Sam to follow.
The boy trailed along almost like a puppy dog.
                                  ----------
The morning was spent looking at broken ignitions, changing oil and rotating
tires. How to tell the difference between a dirty gas filter and a broken line.
What to do when Axles broke. Sam seemed completely immersed in the subjects
presented to him, he even had a small notebook and a pen, writing away like the
devil himself was guiding his hand. Infact, he seemed like a whole new kid.
When lunch time rolled around, Dean took him out to his own beauty of an Impala
and let Sam gawk in awe before the kid promptly said He'd seen better. Dean
nearly went on a tirade about how no other car was better but he decided to let
it slide.
As they drove over to Patty's diner, the windows rolled down as crisp early
winter air struck them in the face, he noted the change in smell. It wasn't
sickly sweet, or even like the beta scent of roasted almonds. It was distinctly
heady, spicy but lower like.... he shook his head as he pulled into the lane,
one more road ahead and then they'd be there.
It was almost quiet save for Def Leppard playing on low and Sam scribbling away
in that little blue notebook.
Dean pulled into the diner parking lot and the kid followed, distinctly more at
his side than hanging back like he did all day. Huh, maybe it just took getting
to know someone a little before he seemed more at ease with them.
He guided him to a booth he always sat at, window seat, close to the kitchen so
you could smell all that home goodness wafting in from the back. The waitress
came and took their orders, Dean got the usual. Chili Burger with chili fries
and a coke. And Sam seemed a bit on the healthy side. Chicken Breast Salad with
a thousand Island dressing and pineapple juice.
As they waited, Sam kept writing and it was starting to drive Dean insane. Not
to mention he felt awkward. He taught the kid all morning and didn't know shit
about him. He decided to start talking as he pulled off his gloves and balled
them into his coat pocket. “So... weekday. Shouldn't you be In school?”
Sam's hand stopped after a second and he looked up slowly. “I'm homeschooled.”
Dean quirked an eyebrow at that. “Were you bullied or something?”
Sam shook his head, pursing his lips.
“Then what?,” Dean pressed, sliding his legs a little under the table to sprawl
out and relax. His mother had always referred to him as a lazy lion.
Sam looked at him then shrugged. “I'm a reclusive genius who can't handle
working with my peers?”
Dean blinked. “Okay, fine. If you don't want to tell me...”
Sam gave an annoyed sigh. “I was being serious. I really am a reclusive genius
who can't handle large crowds or doing school work in a class full of kids.”
Dean nodded slowly. “How are you faring right now?”
“I want to curl up in a ball and hide in the back of your car as you bring my
food in a doggy bag to me?,” Sam suggested, looking mildly humored.
Dean felt a little concern at that. “If I had known. I would have had them
deliver and we could have eaten in my dad's office.”
“No, it's fine. I'm okay... for now,” Sam said with a slight shake of his head.
Dean nodded and silence fell over them. The smell of good food cooking couldn't
block out that heady scent he had caught earlier. Infact it was stronger now.
He licked his lips and knocked his knuckles against the table. “How old are
you, anyway?”
“Fourteen. I'll be fifteen next year,” Sam said a bit too cemented. As if he
needed Dean to know that more than he wanted Dean to know it.
“Good that you're starting young on the car thing, dad should have brought you
by a year or so ago so you could be better taught by now,” Dean said
conversationally.
Sam shrugged. “Yeah, well... I'm learning now and that's all that matters.”
Just as Dean was about to speak again, the waitress was coming their way with
the food and she settled in down in front of them before giving Dean a wink.
“Extra fries, sugar.”
“Cindy, darling. All I need is extra you,” Dean flirted with a coy smirk.
She laughed, rolling her eyes and nearly pranced away. Her omega scent sticking
in the air like a wet leaf.
Dean looked up in time to see Sam looking a little strange, his face was
pinched and he almost seemed kinda... nah, he was imagining it.
As they dug into their respective meals, Dean was in heaven and he hardly
noticed the fact that their legs had intertwined underneath the table. Sam
seemed content to keep them there and Dean didn't rebuff him for the gesture.
By the time they were finished and Dean dropped Sam off at his home. He felt
like asking if the kid was an alpha, because he certainly didn't act like one.
But what business was it of a twenty year old to ask a fourteen year old such a
question as that?
                                   ---------
A whole month passed and Sam came in three days a week to learn about cars. He
was a fast learner. He picked up on things easily and sometimes found out what
the problem was before Dean did. Sam did strange things, sometimes things that
were a little too strange. Like brush his hand against Dean's purposely, or
knock their knees under the table. Once he even hugged him for a little too
long and whispered thanks in his ear but Dean chalked it all up to his
imagination.
That didn't stop his responses though. He was turned on by the alpha, despite
his age. Yes, he was definitely an alpha. It was more subtle. Not as overt and
in your face as some alphas made themselves out to be. Sam was.. different. He
walked in this way that claimed the world but it was so silent you wouldn't
notice unless you were really looking at him.
They were both rolled underneath a Ford F-150, checking tubes and wires as they
lay side by side. They were covered in grease and quite frankly both could use
a shower. “Five minute break.”
“Should we...?,” Sam asked, rolling back and forth underneath the car.
“Nah, just chill here for a minute and then keep going,” Dean said as he wiped
sweat from his forehead.
It was silent for a few moments and then Sam spoke. “I wanted to learn about
cars because... my dad died two days after my eleventh birthday and before he
did, he made me promise I'd learn.”
Dean was stunned into silence from that. What did you say to something
obviously pivitol for a young boy Sam's age? “I... I'm sorry he's gone but at
least you're doing the right thing by him.”
Sam made a scruff noise. “I don't need sympathy. I've long since gotten over
it.”
Dean nodded, part of him wanted to reach out and hug the kid but that would be
difficult in their current positions.
It went quiet again and then something happened that made Dean unsure of how to
proceed. He felt a hand on his thigh, he was sure it was Sam's hand and it was
trailing up across his crotch, rubbing deftly at his hard nub that was
beginning to get hard. “Sammy?” He choked, turning to look at him.
Sam had a look of concentration on his face, but there was determination mixed
in and what looked a little like mischief. His large paw kept rubbing at Dean's
dick through his jeans and Dean muffled a groan as he tried to swallow his
tongue. “Dude... what are you doing? We're both alphas!,” he hissed quietly.
Sam snorted. “I really don't care about society's standards.”
You and me both, Dean thought. “You're also underage!”
“Do I need to repeat myself?,” Sam asked sharply.
“Dude... serio-ah-usly,” Dean protested, his cock diamond hard in his jeans.
Chafing against his boxers and begging for release.
“I see the way you look at me. I can smell your arousal when I'm near...,” Sam
said softly, somehow managing to turn on his side underneath the fucking truck.
He rolled a little but stayed where he was. “I know I'm just a kid, but I've
read about stuff like this. Alphas fucking. Forbidden but sometimes we're not
set to go by nature.”
Dean groaned, closing his eyes like a shut screw and shook his head. “Do you
know how much trouble I could get in? If ah, shit, ah shit,” he trailed off,
lifting his hips up into Sam's hand. “If you were eighteen, I wouldn't care.
I'd love to but you're … yeah, you're...”
“No one has to know,” Sam said like a demon in his ear, licking a stripe up the
shell of his ear. “Except my mom.”
“Your mom!?,” Dean almost exclaimed too loudly.
Sam kept rubbing and Dean was so freaking close, so close. “Yeah, my mom. I
told her about you and how I wanted you. She thinks it might be good for me.”
Dean groaned deep in his throat again, and clenched his teeth. “Because moms
are always with the idea of a older man corrupting their precious innocent
kids.”
Sam chuckled, deep and throaty. Dean realized despite the fact that he was a
few inches shorter, and a bit too thin, his voice was definitely bordering on
grown man. “How about I seduce you and we leave it at that.”
Dean turned to look at him, eyes half closed. “You're not gonna take no for an
answer are you?” His junk rubbing hard back against that swell of a hand.
“Not at all. Once I want something, I usually get it,” Sam murmured and with a
flick of his wrist, he rubbed just the right way that Dean exploded in his
pants and his vision whited out for a moment as his mouth went slack and he let
out a pleasured sigh.
Sam leaned forward, kissing Dean on the corner of his mouth. It was silent for
a long second as Dean gathered his thoughts and his body tingled all over,
specifically the corner of his mouth. Not to mention his dick. “You know how
most teenage boys harp on the fact that they got big johnnies?”
Dean blinked, staring up at the truck's insides. “You gonna say what I think
you're gonna say?”
Sam chuckles again, going on his back.
Dean doesn't know what possesses him but he reaches over and cups Sam's crotch.
It's rock hard, easier to feel through his sweat pants. The physical touch
through slightly damp fabric speaks volumes and Sam hisses. “I should take care
of that.”
“We can wait,” Sam says, sliding his hand over Dean's giving it a light squeeze
before pulling it off his privates. “I want you to come over. Meet my mom, see
the dodger my dad left to me.”
“If I'm reading between the lines right...,” Dean said with a laugh, that was
almost hysterical to his ears.
“Yeah, you are,” Sam said with a smile.
A comfortable silence settled over them and Dean somehow felt more content than
he had in a long time despite his reservations.
                                 ------------
He's nervous. Nervous as hell. What if Sam is some undercover kid who scopes
out adults willing to bed the underage and then whisks away the bad man to jail
no matter how many times he said no? What if his mom is part of this big
conspiracy and let's her son get his kicks off that way? What if? What if?
He pulls into the drive way beside a compact blue economy car and realizes the
house Sam lives in is ten times better than his cramped little apartment
downtown. No matter how many times his parents try to convince him to come home
and live with them again in their big house in the suburbs, he just can't give
up his independence.
He shuts off the engine, and thinks back to how he used to use cigarettes to
calm down every now and again but realized it really wasn't for him. Right now
he wishes he had one to take the edge off before he meets Mrs. Campbell and she
somehow sees him as predator extraordinaire in the flesh.
It's already dark out, the winter sun hiding behind the snow moon. The porch
light flickers on and Dean turns his head to see Sam step out on the porch in
his bare feet, thin green cotton shirt and drawstring black basketball shorts.
He crosses his arms over his chest and they seem to stare at each other for an
eternity before Sam smiles and turns his head, yelling back at someone. Dean
presumes his mother. Two seconds later, there's a woman with long blond hair
thrown up in a ponytail and she's smiling too, waving Dean over.
Dean hardly ever feels embarrassed, once in a blue moon and right now he does
with these two beckoning him to get the show on the road and come hang out with
them. He takes a deep breath, not visibly but pockets his keys and steps out as
he watches Mary retreat back in the house and Sam wait for him to come up on
the porch.
Soon as he's up there, Sam grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and pulls him
down for a seering kiss. Dean registers two things, this is their first
official kiss with tongue and the exchanging of saliva and secondly the boy can
seriously kiss. He wonders briefly if Sam has had other partners before him or
the kid is just a natural.
Sam sucks on his tongue as he pulls away, leaving Dean breathless and he grins
up at him in this way that suggests that somehow they were met to meet. “Come
on. Dinner is Italian sausage sandwiches and onion rings.”
Dean stares at him then laughs. “You know the way to my heart.”
“I've watched you eat everyday for almost a month and a half. I know what
brings out your stomach arousal,” Sam said with a snort, as he grabbed Dean's
hand and dragged him into the house.
Dean's jacket is taken from him and promptly he's asked by Mary to take off his
shoes. He slides into the island table stool and feels a bit out of place as
Sam's mother busies herself around the kitchen, getting things prepared.
“Sam cooked it all,” Mary says conversationally.
“Did he now?,” Dean perks up, wondering why this woman doesn't want to maim
him.
“Yes, my kid knows his way around the kitchen and he thought the first time you
ate at our house, it should be his cooking, not mine,” Mary said as she smiled
kindly at him and slid the bowl of marinaded sausages onto the table and a pack
of buns.
“What? He afraid I might fall for dear old mom?,” Dean joked.
“Oh, no not at all. He had you pegged from the beginning as someone who wasn't
interested in little omegas like me,” Mary said with a chuckle.
Dean frowned. “How'd he figure that?”
“Your scent never changed around them. Only other alphas,” Mary said with a
secretive smile as she winked. “Especially him.”
Now was the time for embarrassment, his cheeks felt hot but he knew they
wouldn't flame red. They never did. His embarrassment was only for him and him
alone. “Little brat is too smart for his own good.”
Mary threw her head back and laughed as she settled a pitcher of pineapple
juice on the table and dishes out paper plates. “Oh, I've always known that.”
That's when Sam decided to enter. “Always known what?”
Mary giggled. “Nothing, baby. Let's enjoy dinner. I want to get to know your
boyfriend.”
“Mom...,” Sam almost whined, showing his age.
“Oh shush, you've been into him for awhile now and I can see he's into you.
You're definitely on the path to boyfriendom after tonight,” Mary said in a
chipper tone.
Sam ducked his head with a groan, and Dean's embarassment only furthered.
                                  ----------
Dinner went off without a hitch. Mary was surprisingly funny. Telling Dean
stories about her late husband that were pretty hilarious and even a few about
his dad. It seemed they had grown insanely close since Mary moved here and Mary
considered him her first ever male bestfriend. Something he had no clue his
mother disapproved of, but if anything was right here, she probably had
something to worry about.
When you have a mom, she's the most beautiful woman in the world to you but you
can admit when other moms are prettier, not to mention much more fun and Mary
was definitely full of fun.
After dinner, she retreated upstairs and Dean was stuffed to the gills. Sam and
him decided to laze out on the couch and watch a couple movies. Angels in the
outfield and Fear.com were on the menu.
But Sam wasn't having any of the movie watching despite Dean's protesting
stomach, they were making out hot and heavy. Sam overtop of him as all his
framed weight beared down and Dean had his hands firmly planted on his ass.
Rutting against each other as Dean distantly wondered when Mary was going to
pull out a shotgun and demand he got off her property.
It wasn't coming however, and Sam was kissing down his neck, groaning into his
skin as their erections pressed together. Dean sighed, wondering how he was
getting this after so many years of wanting and waiting for it to really
happen. An alpha just for him. Someone who didn't care about the rules
implemented in them because of nature order that didn't apply to everyone.
Sam suddenly went into it with a frenzy with his lips attacking sensitive flesh
underneath his earlobe and Dean gasped as Sam unbuttoned his jeans then
stopped. “What?,” he groaned, not wanting to stop.
Sam licked his lips, eyes lust blown into murky black color. “We've got to get
upstairs.”
Dean blinked, slightly dazed. “This is good.”
Sam shook his head, leaning forward to capture his lips and kiss him a little
more senselessly with a shake of his head. “No, upstairs. I've got supplies up
there.”
Dean blinked three times in quick session before it officially dawned on him.
“Oh...oh... let's go.”
As Sam turned off the television, Dean was moving toward the stairs and Sam was
right up behind him, every inch and step of the way as his hands glided
underneath Dean's shirt and rode it up, brushing over his nipples and slightly
warmed skin. He dropped off when they hit the top and took Dean's hand to pull
him inside his room which was the first door they came across.
Dean entered and was shocked by what he saw. Yes, there were posters, but they
were of men and women who had an impact on the world. Geniuses and leaders.
Inspiring quotes. On the desk by the window were Bobble heads of John F.
Kennedy, Martin Luther King and Ghandi. Above his night stand was a picture of
Harriet Tubman with a quote about freedom and slavery. “I uh...”
Sam pulled Dean close up against him. “Stop staring at my stuff. It'll only
remind you of our age difference.” He was pulling at Dean's shirt, trying to
drag it over his head.
Dean complied and chuckled nervously. “No actually... I'm thinking about how
we're worlds apart. When I was your age, it was race cars and rock bands. I
didn't... I didn't think of all these inspirational people to look up to.”
Sam dragged him down for a wet and sloppy kiss, then pulled back. “Dean. It
doesn't change how I feel about you. No matter how different we are.”
Dean licked the spit off his lips and found it both comforting and sexy. “Good
point.”
Sam turned him around and pushed Dean back on the bed. Very nearly ripping the
zipper off his jeans as he pulled them off his legs and threw them aside. Sam
stood there, fully clothed himself and seemed to be appreciating Dean's body.
Then he went the last stretch and slowly pulled off his boxers, letting the
man's considerable swell of a dick spring forth and hitched a breath. “At the
moment, I just want to be inside you but later, I'm going to show you much I
love your cock.”
Dean's dick bobbed in reassurance of that promise, he breathed out slowly and
nodded before sitting up. “You're not naked. I feel the naked loneliness, man.”
Sam chuckled breathlessly before pulling his shirt over his head and discarding
it. Dean reached forward and pulled at the drawstring of his shorts, and slowly
undid them until he was pushing them off his hips and kissing the V of his
flesh. Sam shivered underneath his lips and Dean allowed his cock to pop free,
standing proudly and he wasn't ashamed to say, much bigger than his own. His
knot was beautiful, thick, gorgeous but his cock stole the show.
“I just want to...fuck, want to show you how much I love your cock too,” Dean
murmured, kissing the head as a little precum blurted onto his tongue.
Sam groaned softly. “We'll take all the time in the world afterward.” Sam
pushed him back on the bed with a heavy hand and then he was crawling between
Dean's legs. Their cocks brushed together and their groans came in unison at
the sensation of flesh on flesh. Sam was all over him, kissing, licking and
biting at his skin.
Dean was a slave to his ministrations as he let the younger man have a go at
him. His hands grasped for purchase against his skin, sliding over the bare
apples of his ass and squeezing tight as his legs came to wrap around his
waist. Sam was sliding and crawling down between his flesh as Dean moaned and
groaned, his nipples bitten and sucked. His stomach paid attention to with
love. Sam's own stomach kept rubbing against his dick and he wanted more than
anything to have that big cock in him, filling him and driving it home.
 
“Sammy, much as I'm loving this... get it in me,” Dean demanded as he rubbed up
against Sam's skin.
Sam chuckled. “Sorry, sorry, just... I want to …,” he trailed off, crawling up
Dean's body and opening the drawer to his night stand. Where Dean thought of
the black woman who lead people to victory in obtaining their freedom and he
wondered for a moment if Sam was liberating him in his secret search for sexual
freedom to choose who he wanted to fuck and not who he had to fuck.
“I know, I know,' Dean whispered, as he heard a cap pop off and something
squirt into the open air. The next thing he knew, Sam was slithering like a
snake back down and fingers were probing at his entrance. He wondered if this
would hurt, how bad it would but in the end, all he cared about was having Sam
inside him, pounding away at his prostate and showing him what it feels like to
be wanted in the way you want to be wanted.
Sam was careful at first, but Dean's breathy moans and pushing down on his
probing fingers hurried him up. It wasn't long before Sam was slicking up his
cock and pushing at Dean's entrance with his monstrous head. Dean hissed,
squeezing his legs tighter around Sam's middle and Sam was panting softly,
burying his head in Dean's neck.
It was a long haul of stretch and burn, the home stretch was difficult but Dean
took it all until they were ass to balls. Dean let out a sigh at finally being
filled in a way that no Alpha was allowed to be filled. Supposed to be filled
but it felt good, it felt right. Like everything it was supposed to be.
Sam grunted, shifting a little and Dean kissed the side of his head. “You okay,
baby?”
Sam nodded. “Fine, just, my first time. I might not last long.”
Dean wanted to die laughing. “We can train your stamina later.”
Sam licked a stripe up Dean's neck and kissed the bottom of his earlobe before
biting it a bit possessively. “I like the sound of that.”
Dean smiled, feeling blissful as he pulled back a little and forced Sam's dick
back inside him, causing the younger man to give a strangled groan. “You're
allowed to move, Sammy.”
“Fuck yes,” Sam said breathlessly as he pulled out slowly then slammed back in
at an alarming speed, causing Dean to nearly shout.
“Yeah, baby, come on, give it to me,” Dean murmured, urging Sam on as he kept
up with the slow method and slamming back in and before long, he slamming in
with unprecise movement. Going with his body's needs as he kept up a brutal
pace and Dean was loving every minute of it as Sam hit his prostate with a
powerful force to be reckoned with.
The sweat was slick between them and Sam was all but chewing on Dean's lips,
kissing him like a fighter and lover combined. Dean held on for dear life, he
didn't care about coming, at least not right now. Not with the ride of his life
on the line but soon it came to him in the form of his prostate being
brutalized one too many times and his mouth fell open in a shout as cum spurted
from his cock. He had never come untouched before in his life and it was one
hell of an experience.
Sam kept up the pace, grunting and groaning as their foreheads touched and then
he was following after, only instead of coming right away. His knot started to
inflat to an unbearable level and Dean had to sit there for a moment to situate
himself to being filled so fully. He kept stretching and stretching and he
groaned, a little in pain and pleasure. His dream realized.
“Okay?,' Sam breathed, kissing his abused lips softly.
Dean nodded. “I expect there to be a stretch but this is crazy.”
Sam chuckled, kissing him on the nose. “We'll be locked for a little more than
usual. With Omegas and Betas it can take up to an hour but research shows when
Alphas have sex together, it can last two hours since we're not...”
Dean nodded. “I know, trust me, I do.”
Sam kept pumping him full of cum and then the boy was pulling them around to
get comfortable. He positioned himself until he was able to get behind Dean and
make them both comfortable.
Sam's hand came to rest against Dean's chest, kissing the back of his neck.
“You regretting anything?”
Dean reflected for a moment and decidingly... “Nah. Not even a little bit.”
“I'm glad,” Sam murmured, giving a soft moan as his dick jerked inside the
other man.
“I still can't believe your mom is cool with this,” Dean said, a little
flabbergasted.
Sam laughed. “Shut up and enjoy it.”
“Round two once you're done spraying nigrara falls in my ass?,” Dean asked with
a sleepy smile.
“Definitely,” Sam murmured, sounding half asleep himself.
Dean continued smiling until he drifted off to sleep. His last thought was in
the form of a future with a boy who could give him exactly what he wanted, and
it wasn't too early to say, he was definitely falling towards love.
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