Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/6216103. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural Relationship: Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester Character: Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester Additional Tags: Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, handjobs, cum_licking Series: Part 3 of Explorations Stats: Published: 2016-03-11 Words: 1383 ****** Touch me ****** by CuriousxCrowley Summary Sam's fed up with Dean keeping his hands to himself. Notes As with all my works unbeta'd but I do my best. See the end of the work for more notes Sam’s twelve the first time he has the nerve to ask Dean to touch him. It was less awkward to ask to touch Dean and after that it had kind of become the norm. Dean never asked, Sam always instigated. Dean didn’t touch back, his hands usually gripping the bed or pressing flat to the wall. Sam didn’t understand why Dean did these things what he wanted was for Dean to touch him, to grab his arm or cup a hand around his own. It didn’t bother him at first, he liked making Dean happy and for some reason he really enjoyed licking Dean’s cum off his hands, he’d probably like licking it off his brother but he wouldn’t allow it. Dean didn’t understand that particular urge either and had tried to stop him the second time it happened. Not knowing how to explain why he liked it so much Sam had just stared Dean in the face and continued to suck it off his fingers. After that Dean didn’t question it and would just lay there and watch him clean with an odd expression on his face. The first time he was struck with the intense desire to touch Dean was when he was eleven riding in the backseat of Impala. Prior to this moment he’d always wanted to touch Dean but this want was different somehow and it left his fingers twitching and aching. As soon as dad left he asked Dean if he could jack him off. Dean had visibly reeled backwards at the boldfaced request which was a complete deviation of how things normally went. Normally he waited for Dean’s cue. Waited for him to lay on the bed and slide a hand under his jeans, only then Sam would ask and Dean had never turned him down. It took Dean a moment before he nodded and went to lay on the bed. Dean still never touch him. Shortly after Sam’s twelfth birthday he’d finally gotten to the breaking point. He’d jacked off on his own plenty of times but it wasn’t fair. Wasn’t fair that Dean let him do all the work and yet never did anything for Sam. It was near midnight and Sam couldn’t sleep. He was hard and frustrated and cranky. He wanted to throw his pillow, or something heavier, at Dean who was spread out on the other bed face down and dead to the world. “Dean,” Sam mock whispered into the room. Dean’s shape stirred a little but no response came. “Dean,” Sam hissed out a little louder. This did the trick and Dean startled, his right hand sliding under the pillow for the gun. “It’s just me,” Sam added hastily, not really wanting to get shot. Dean relaxed visibly and huffed out “Wha’s wrong?” “You awake?” His brother groaned and reached out his arm towards Sam, swatting blindly in the air. “Now I am you little bitch.” Sam stifled a laugh at Dean’s antics, instead sliding out of his bed. Two steps and he was at the edge of the other bed, he paused kneeing at his brother’s loose arm. “What’s up, kiddo?” Dean asked, more awake now and his fingers caught Sam’s knee, thumb idly rubbing along the side. Sam sucked his lower lip into his mouth trying to find the words, “I can’t sleep.” Dean hummed before scooting back in the bed a little, “Well I’d like to sleep so come here.” Sam crawled into the gap between Dean and the edge of the bed. He inhaled deeply as he burrowed himself under the covers. The bed smelled of Dean: generic old spice, clean sweat and just a hint of the clove cigarettes he thought no one knew about. Sam could have easily forgotten what was bothering him and fallen asleep like this but frankly he didn’t want to. Instead he slid his hand into his boxers already half hard, slowly he began rubbing into his hand not trying to hide what he was doing from Dean. “Whacha doing, Sammy?” Dean asked voice having fallen back into sleep rough and it made Sam shiver. He shrugged, his shoulder knocking into Dean’s chest. “I’m horny.” Dean chuckled at the same time as his hand wrapped around Sam’s upper arm stilling it. “I was beginning to think something was wrong with you,” he said softly. Sam pouted even though he knew Dean could see him. He tried to wiggle his arm free but Dean’s grip just tightened. “Go to your own bed if you’re gunna do that,” Dean warned. “Why don’t you do it?” Sam asked boldly tilting his head up to look at his brother’s face. Dean’s eyes flew open and he gawked at him. “You let me do it to you,” Sam persisted holding Dean’s gaze steadily, “so why won’t you do it to me?” “Sam go to bed,” was all he got in reply. “No, why won’t you do it to me?” Sam pushed. “Sam,” Dean warned, his voice rumbling down Sam’s spine. Sam screwed up his face making sure Dean knew how pissed he was. “So you can lay there and let me get you off but you won’t do it to me? How’s that fair Dean? How?” He’d been going for angry adult but it came off more the flavor of petulant child. It was quiet for a while and Sam had almost given up when Dean slowly loosened his hold on his arm. “You tell me to stop, Sam. You tell me if you want me to stop.” Goosebumps broke out in a trail when Dean slid his hand down his arm, then down under the waistband of his boxers but it was there that he paused. “Say it Sam, say you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t want it,” Dean urged. Sam nodded eagerly, “I’ll tell you Dean, I swear. Just, please.” His rolling his punctuating his plea. With that Dean nudged Sam’s own hand out of the way and wrapped his around his cock. Sam whimpered pitifully and he would have been ashamed if his brain hadn’t short circuited at that exact moment. He finally understood why Dean said it felt better when someone else touched you. Within minutes Sam was harder than he’d ever been before, this was a thousand times better than when he did it himself. Not knowing what else to do with his hands he slid one into Dean’s boxers and, despite the awkward angle, began to move his hand in time with Dean’s. It was too much for Sam and far too soon for his liking he buried his head in his brother’s chest and came with a cry. His own ministrations on Dean’s cock were sloppy but only a few minutes later he felt the telltale pulsing of the vein on the underside. Dean came with his head in Sam’s hair, hips rocking up into his hand. Once his breathing settled Sam brought his hand up to his mouth and began his ritual of cleaning. The way Dean looked at him when he did this he was sure he would catch fire one day, like an ant under the magnifying glass. He shut his eyes to the intense scrutiny and missed Dean’s own hand waiting patiently in front of his face. When Sam did finally open his eyes he raised a brow at the hand before looking up to Dean. “I’m not wiping it on the bed,” was all Dean said. Sam’s brow shot up higher when he realized what Dean was referring to. All of his previous orgasm has been dry, or mostly dry with only a little cum dripping out of the end when he came. This wasn’t much, only a fraction of what Dean gave (even at the same age) but it was definitely there. Sam greedily grabbed his brothers hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them one by one even though most of them didn’t need it. He felt Dean’s breath hitch when he startled licking up the small mess on his palm. Even when he was completely done, not an inch of Dean’s hand untouched, Sam refused to give up his brother’s hand. He woke the next morning with two of Dean’s pruned fingers still pressed inside his mouth. End Notes I didn't anticipate another part of this up already but here it is. I don't know what Sam's thing with the cum is. I didn't intend for it to be a thing but now it is. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work! m’s hips, as one of his hands moved to toy teasingly with the elastic waistband on the boy’s panties.             Sam groaned louder when Gabriel mouthed over the shape of his cock through the lace. His hands abandoned their earlier positions to slide down Sam’s thighs, playing over the soft, sheer fabric of the boy’s thigh-highs.             Gabriel couldn’t hold back the small growl of want that rose up as Sam squirmed under him. He teased his fingers over the top of the thigh-highs. Gabe’s gold eyes were locked on Sam's face, his head leaning back against the mattress, lips parted to make way for silent moans. It made Gabriel completely crazy to see Sam like that, and he wondered, not for the first time, how the boy could possibly think that he didn't look absolutely gorgeous like that. Gabe rubbed his thumbs along the inside of Sam's thighs, creeping slowly upwards and watching the expression on Sam's face slowly become more desperate as he tried in vain to move himself into Gabe's touch. "You should see yourself, Sam." Gabriel said as he abandoned the kisses he had been donning just above Sam's knees, moving himself back up to kiss along the fabric that covered the brunette's cock. "Looking so gorgeous right now. Knowing that you dressed like this under your clothes...fuck, I couldn't pretend I didn't know anymore. I knew you weren't going to tell me and I couldn't stand not seeing it for myself." Gabriel could hear Sam's labored breathing, see the boy's fingers clench and unclench in the bedsheets as Gabe let the vibrations of his words hum against Sam's hardness.  "I'm going to fuck you wearing this, Sam. I'm going to fuck you till you're begging for it, can't wait to hear your sweet voice like that..." Sam whimpered as Gabriel sat up, removing the friction that he so badly needed. “God, you look so good like that.” Gabriel moaned, moving away as he felt the heat curl in his stomach at the panicked look on Sam’s face. “But you know what would look even better?”   Sam’s voice was delightfully loud as his body writhed against the mattress, wrists tugging at the cuffs that kept him stuck to the headboard.             The soft fabric of the panties was pushed aside just enough so Gabriel could slide his lubed up fingers into Sam’s tight hole.             “Fuck!” Sam swore as Gabe pushed his fingers in, brushing against the boy’s prostate.             Hearing Sam swear like that, which was so unlike his usual way of speaking, was nearly enough to make Gabe stop what he was doing right there and just fuck the Winchester senseless.             Sam’s head was tilted back, throat exposed and peppered with bruises that Gabriel took far too much pride in. His lips were wet and a little swollen from where the boy kept biting on them, trying to hold back the moans that Gabriel managed to draw out anyway.             He could worship that body all hours of the day, and it was after meeting Sam that Gabriel really begun to understand what his father was getting at with the whole mankind thing.             Sam let out a despairing whimper that brought a grin to Gabriel’s face as he pulled his fingers out, leaving the squirming boy empty and needy.             “Sorry kiddo, I didn’t quite get that.” he teased, eyes on Sam’s face as he reached for the previously discarded bottle of lube, dumping some onto his palm.             “Gabe, come on.” Sam groaned impatiently.             “I forget how much you hate to wait.” Gabe lied, snickering at Sam’s expression as he slid his hand over the length of his own cock, letting out a low breath of air as he spread the lube over it. “I’m getting there, hold your damn horses.” But Gabe was now purposefully taking his time, finding immense satisfaction at the way Sam was tugging at his restraints, the metal of the cuffs cutting into the boy’s wrists.             Gabe settled himself between Sam’s legs, pressing the head of his cock against Sam’s entrance, but he didn’t push in just yet. Sam whined and Gabe smiled.             “You want it so bad, don’t you, Sam? You like that I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing these.” Gabriel emphasized his point by snapping the elastic of the panties against Sam’s slim hips. “Don’t act all embarrassed like you aren’t hot just from me seeing you dressed like this.”             Sam was trying hopelessly to push himself against Gabe, but he didn’t have a very wide range of motion and Gabe wasn’t budging.             The only motion he allowed was to rub his cock slowly against the boy, his head catching against Sam’s hole.             “Gabe come on, I need your cock.” Sam whined, pleading up at Gabriel with those puppy-dog eyes that he could never say no to.             Gabriel hissed as he suddenly pushed into the boy, his grip on Sam’s hips tightening.             “Fuck, you’re so tight, Sam.” Gabriel breathed as he sunk deep into the teen’s ass. He almost lost all composure as Sam clenched around him.             Sam moaned compliantly in response, still trying to move himself to create more friction.             Gabriel held himself still, not to let Sam adjust, but to see him squirm.             But the angel could only hold still for so long before he had to start moving. He pulled out slow before jerking his hips foreword again, earning a loud, needy cry of his own name from deep in Sam’s throat.             He quickly picked up a steady pace, watching with a focused gaze at the way his cock slid in and out of Sam’s pink hole, stretched and pliant around this thickness.             His hand slid up from Sam’s hip to finally wrap around the boy’s cock, his thumb sliding over the slit on top and smearing the precome that had begun to drip onto Sam’s stomach.             “Fuck, Sam, you should see how damn greedy your ass is for my cock. Like it was fucking made for this. You look so damn perfect right now.”             He angled his thrusts, knowing as soon as Sam arched up and cried out that he had hit his sweet spot.             Gabe moved his hand around Sam’s dick faster, keeping in time with his own thrusts into the boy’s body.             “Fucking gorgeous.” Gabe said on a moan, his eyes taking in every inch of Sam’s writhing body, arms restrained above his head, hair falling all over his young face, body drenched in sweat.             Sam gave a particularly loud moan as Gabe squeezed his cock at the base, and gave a rough, upward angled thrust, his hips slamming against Sam’s ass.             “Gabe!” Sam gasped, his words coming out choked and broken. “I—I’m almost—I’m really close—“             Gabe felt it too, the buildup of heat balling in his stomach as the need for his own release beckoned him. He gave a few more strokes of his hand over Sam’s cock before releasing the contact and moving both hands under Sam’s thighs, pushing his legs up to give Gabriel better access. “Gabe—“ Sam whimpered as he blinked up at Gabriel, halfway between confusion and begging from the sudden lack of much needed contact. But Gabe just curled his fingers in the thin fabric of Sam’s thigh-highs. He moved his hips, gasping at how wet and hot and Sam felt clutching around him as he fucked progressively harder into Sam’s body. It wasn’t long after that that Gabe hit his release, Sam’s name loud and loving on his lips as he buried himself deep into the boy’s ass, spilling inside and shaking from every inch of his vessel’s body. He stayed like that for a moment ignoring the pleading and helpless movements from Sam as he breathlessly rode out the remainder of his orgasm. Once Gabe had mostly come down, he pulled out slowly, once again choosing to admire the way his own cock looked as it slid out of Sam’s pretty hole. “Gabriel,” Sam said, his voice so deliciously deprived that Gabe couldn’t help but smirk and take a good look at the sight before him. Sam was flushed and sweaty, twisting against the mattress. He already had red marks outlining where the cuffs sat around his wrists. There were runs in his stockings where Gabriel had apparently gripped a little too hard, and Gabe’s come was beginning to trickle out of the boy’s loose hole. Gabe got down on the bed, settling on his stomach between Sam’s legs once again, tracing his fingertips over his stomach, just barely ghosting away from the boy’s cock. “I’d love to give you what you want, Sammy,” Gabe spoke, teasing Sam with the nickname normally only reserved for his brother. “But you just look too good like this.” He slid his fingers down Sam’s hip, over his thigh, dipping his hand down to tease his fingers over the boy’s already abused hole. Sam looked like he was about to cry and made a sound close to a sob as he tried to move uselessly into Gabriel’s touch. He slid two fingers in easily, watching Sam’s almost pained reaction. “Gabe, please, fuck, will you just let me finish?” Gabe snickered as he pushed in another, watching the way his come leaked out around his fingers. “But you look so pretty like this.” He mused, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. He leaned over, kissing over the head of Sam’s cock and down its length, keeping the contact as light as possible. Sam was making the most pathetic noises Gabriel had ever heard from the boy, and he was torn between wanting to hear more of it, and just wanting to give Sam what he was clearly in great need of. “Patience, kid. I waited thousands of years for you.” He hummed, pressing his lips against the underside of Sam’s cock, fingers still moving inside the young boy’s body. But Sam was never good at patience, and the sounds continued to spill from his lips until Gabe just couldn’t bear to keep him like that. He suddenly quickened the pace of his fingers that pressed into the boy’s entrance as he took Sam’s cock into his mouth, easily ducking his head down and swallowing Sam in one go. “G-Gabe!” Gabe swallowed, his throat muscles contracting around Sam’s cock as he thrust his fingers against the other’s prostate, the combination sending Sam over the edge. Gabriel’s mouth was filled with the bitter taste of Sam as he swallowed everything the boy gave him, refusing to pull away until he was sure that every last drop of come was licked off of Sam’s cock. Sam was still shaking from the force of his orgasm, hazel eyes fixed on Gabe as he pulled back, staring down at what was now a completely fucked-out Sam, probably close to passing out after everything. He didn’t care what insecurities Sam seemed to have about how he looked in that underwear; Gabriel had lived through several millennia and all of creation and out of everything the world had shown him nothing had ever looked as beautiful as the human lying before him. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!