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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, Sam's_in_highschool, Prostitution,
      Prostitute_Dean, Anal_Sex, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Bottom_Dean,
      Top_Sam, Bottom_Dean_Winchester/Top_Sam_Winchester
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-25 Words: 2342
****** You Deserve to be Worshiped ******
by FantasyGeek
Summary
     Sam gets upset when he finds out what Dean’s been doing to make
     money. Obviously, this leads to sex. ;)
Notes
     A/N: So I actually got something done for Trope Tuesday over on my
     Tumblr! I didn’t think I would. This was supposed to be a drabble or
     just an imagine but um...well... I got a little carried away. Hope
     you folks don’t mind. Hooker!Dean is what got me into bottom!Dean so
     it’s a trope that has a dear place in my heart. Actually, it was THIS
     j2 fic specifically, one of my all time favorites.
     Edit: I have belated realized I was heavily inspires by
     PaintByNumber's fic It_Doesn't_Hurt_Right_Now. If you like this one
     go check it out, it's way better!
Dean comes home late at night smelling like cheap cologne and stale beer. John
never leaves enough money and Sam knows Dean hustles pool and cards. That
doesn’t explain the bruises Dean has sometimes. Dean tries to laugh it off, say
a girl got a little frisky. Sam doesn’t believe him.
Sam follows Dean and watches as he turns to face the wall of some dirty alley.
Some rough looking biker guy crowds in close behind him. Even from a distance,
Sam sees Dean grimace as the man's hips start moving. He just watches in morbid
fascination as some stranger fucks Dean, his Dean. Sam’s emotions are all over
the place. He’s furious, confused, and hurt Dean didn’t tell him. He’s also so
jealous he can barely stand it and disgusted with himself for being turned on.
Sam notes the tight grip the asshole has on Dean’s hips and his brothers
occasional flinches of pain. But Dean never tells the guy to stop, doesn’t turn
around and punch the guy out like Sam knows he could. He just takes it.
Eventually the guy finishes. He pulls of the condom and throws it on the ground
along with a handful of bills and walks away laughing as Dean scrambles to pick
them up. Once he has the money, Dean does up his pants and goes back into the
bar.
Sam wants to follow but he’s torn. There are a lot of logical, valid reasons
Sam doesn’t want Dean to do this but the biggest reason is that Dean is his.
Instead, he goes back to the motel. He sits on his bed and waits for Dean to
come home. When Dean comes back, Sam can’t hide that he knows and he doesn’t
try.
Dean freezes when he walks through the door. “Sammy, why are you still awake?”
Sam doesn’t look up. “I saw you.”
“Wh-you saw what?” Dean says nervously.
“I saw you in the alley with that guy.” Sam can’t hide the bitter, angry shake
in his voice.
“Sam, that was-”
“I know what it was Dean!” Sam shouts, pulling himself to his feet. He sighs
and meets Dean’s eyes. “Why would you do that?” he asks softly
Dean looks down. “Why do you think? We needed money,” he says sullenly.
“There’s gotta be another way. I’ll get some fast food job after school, hell,
I’ll drop out.”
Dean’s eyes snap up and he steps into Sam’s space. They are nearly of height
now. Sam might even be taller. Dean shoves his shoulder a little. “Don’t even
think about it. You’re smart, Sam. You could go to college, you could be
something.” Dean’s green and gold eyes are intense and angry, boring into
Sam’s.
“God,” Sam breathes, a weight hitting him in the gut. “Are you doing this for
me?”
Dean steps back, looking down again. “We need the money,” he repeats.
“No no, Dean. Don’t. Please don’t do this anymore. I can’t stand the thought of
those guys touching you, hurting you, because of me. Please.” Sam would get on
his knees if he thought it would help.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Dean mumbles, not relenting. “It doesn’t really
hurt.”
Sam is furious. He won’t, he just can’t, let Dean keep selling himself like all
he’s worth is a few measly bills. “So what then? You like getting fucked in the
ass by guys older than dad behind some bar?”
Apparently, Sam hit a nerve because Dean gets in his face again. “And what if I
do? If it were just for fun, you’d be okay with it?”
“No!” Sam yells back.
“Yeah, well, if you don’t like it your homophobic ass can get the hell over
it.” Dean shoves him again Sam falls back onto the bed caught off guard.
“Wait,” Sam sits up. “You think I have a problem with you being gay or
whatever?”
Sam’s tone of genuine confusion cools Dean’s anger. He pulls a frown. “Why else
would you care if I did it just for kicks?”
Sam stands up, shuffling and hopes Dean doesn’t notice the blush on his cheeks.
“Because…”
But Dean invades his space again. “Because why Sammy?”
Sam steals himself and looks up. “Because you're mine.”
It’s Dean’s turn to blush but he’s hypnotized by Sam’s eyes. “Come on, Sam.
You’re not five years old anymore. We can’t play this game”
“I know.” Sam says calmly, inching even closer. He’s sick of hiding and
pretending. “It’s not a game. Those guys don’t know how lucky they are to get
to touch you Dean. They don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you and
you let them-you deserve to be worshiped.” Sam can’t believe what he’s saying
but he can’t stop. His hand seems to move on it’s own to cup Dean’s jaw.
“Sam,” Dean croaks. “We can’t.”
Sam puts his other hand on Dean’s hip, gentle but firm and pulls them together.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, his lips inches from Dean’s.
Instead, Dean closes the gap between them.
His lips press hard and desperate against Sam’s and open with a small gasp when
Sam licks at them. Dean tastes amazing, like beer and spearmint gum and Dean.
Sam wants to taste him everywhere but he doesn’t want to stop kissing. Dean’s
lips are soft and plush and Sam bites at them. Dean groans and the noise goes
right to Sam’s cock making him grind their hips together. Which only makes Dean
groan again.
Sam has to get his hands on Dean’s skin. He pulls at Dean’s shirt sliding his
hands under the the hem and along the smooth expanse of Dean’s well muscled
back.
Dean shudders and pulls away. “Sam, wait, we-I-”
“Don’t.” Sam cuts him off. He doesn’t want to hear Dean’s rejection. “I don’t
care that we’re brothers. I don’t care if it’s wrong or fucked up or whatever.
I want you.”
Dean gives a short soft laugh. He puts his arms around Sam’s neck and kisses
him lightly but Sam deepens it not letting him pull away. Dean whines and goes
with it. Sam gets his hands under Dean’s shirt again.
Deans hands clamp around Sam’s forearms and he rolls his forehead against Sam’s
breaking the kiss. “Dude, I need a shower,” he says seriously, if a little
breathless.
Sam considers and then grins devilishly. “Can I join you?”
Dean laughs again and Sam loves the sound. “Gimme a couple minutes alone and
sure.”
Sam huffs in annoyance but steps back. He’s waited years, he can wait just a
little more if it will make Dean more comfortable.
Dean heads for the bathroom pulling his shirt over his head.
“Two minutes exactly,” Sam calls over the sound of the water.
It’s the longest 120 seconds of Sam’s life. He’s convinced the clock has
stopped.
Dean is in the middle of washing his hair when Sam gets in. He takes the
opportunity to admire the view. Dean is fucking gorgeous. The perfect line of
his back, the play of muscles underneath creamy freckled skin, God. Sam’s cock
twitches, demanding attention. Yeah, he’s seen it before but not in such a
blatant way. They may live in pretty close quarters but they still try to avoid
full on nudity if they can, or at least they did.
Dean finishes rinsing his hair and half looks over his shoulder. “Admiring the
view,” Dean jokes but Sam can hear the nerves.
Sam glides his hands over Dean’s ribs and down his side to rest on his
brother’s hips. His hands seem to fit perfectly, like they were made to be
there. He kisses along Dean’s neck. Dean’s head rolls back onto Sam’s shoulder
giving him better access.
“Fuck, Sam,” Dean presses his ass back into Sam’s cock. Sam groans, thrusts
against it, breathing hard. The slippery glide of so much skin on skin, and
Dean, Dean’s hips moving in counterpoint to his own. They haven’t even really
done anything and Sam’s about to come.
But something feels wrong. “Wait,” Sam whispers.
“God, Sam, I don’t wanna wait anymore. Just fuck me already.” Dean leans
forward against the shower wall sticking his ass out and Sam knows what’s
wrong.
“No, I don’t - not like this.” Sam turns Dean around by the shoulder and kisses
those pouty perfect lips. “I wanna see you. I don’t wanna just fuck you Dean. I
told you, you deserve to be worshiped.”
Sam kisses Dean, letting their tongues dance and swirl together before he moves
to Dean’s neck again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against Dean’s
ear.
Sam trails his mouth down over Dean’s collarbone pausing at the center of his
chest. “But you’re more than that.”
He brushes his lips up over to Dean opposite shoulder.“ You’re smart too,” Sam
whispers against Dean’s freckled skin.
Sam has to crouch awkwardly but he laves at one of Dean’s nipples. Dean
shudders and whimpers. “Smart and beautiful,” Sam whispers. He sucks the other,
nipping gently with his teeth. Dean moans, hips writhing.
Sam licks lower. “And so good, to me, to everyone.” He slides to his knees to
trail kisses over Dean’s flat stomach, dipping his tongue into Dean’s belly
button. Dean’s cock bounces but Sam ignores it for now. “God, you’re perfect.”
He kisses each of Dean’s hip bones. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Shut up.” Dean’s voice is shaky.
Sam looks up. Dean’s lashes are spiked with wetness and there are two fat drops
sliding down his cheeks. It could be water from the shower but Sam doesn’t
think so. He surges up sealing their lips together. Dean kisses him back hard
and frantic, hands tangling in his hair pulling him almost painfully close. Sam
leans back and Dean draws a shuddering breath.
“I love you.” Sam says.
“God Sammy.” Dean pulls him in again, hot and desperate. “I love you too.”
Dean’s breathing is hitched and uneven. “God, fuck me now, please. I-I need it.
Please.”
Sam’s never seen Dean like this and it’s scary in it’s intensity. “Yeah, yeah
okay. It’s just, um, I’ve never actually done this with a guy.”
Dean laughs. It’s a short hard laugh at first but Sam joins in and they both
start giggling, not even sure what’s so funny. Dean shuts the water off and
drags Sam out into the bedroom.
“It’s easier this way. And…” he rummages through his duffel bag and pulls out a
condom and a bottle of lube.
Sam tries to hide his disappointment. He knows it’s the safe thing to do given
what Dean’s been doing. They had been so caught up in the moment,he’d forgotten
and had been looking forward to it being just them.
“Come here.” Dean lays on his back in the middle of the bed.
Sam goes to him instantly, crawling on top and settling between Dean’s spread
legs. Their cocks rub together and Sam chases the friction, grinding into Dean.
Their lips meet, not quite a kiss, just sharing breath.
“Fuck. I-” Sam groans. “I don’t think I’m gonna last very long.”
“Yeah,” Dean pants. “It’s okay. Me either.”
Dean hands Sam the condom and grabs the bottle of lube slicking his fingers. “I
uh, shouldn’t need much prep.” Dean says awkwardly.
Sam kisses him. “Good. I don’t wanna wait.”
Sam rips the condom open and rolls it down. When he looks back up, Dean has
three well lubed fingers in his ass.
“Fuck, Dean. That’s so hot.” Sam grabs the bottle and slicks his cock,
unconsciously stroking in time with Dean’s fingers.
“Yeah?” Dean says, fingers pumping. “Feels good. But I bet your cock would feel
better.”
Sam groans and presses at the base of his cock to keep from coming.
Dean moves his hand away and Sam watches Dean’s pink red hole tighten back up,
fascinated.
“Come on Sammy, fuck me already.”
“Yeah, okay.” He leans over holding himself up on one arm and using the other
hand to guide his cock into place. Sam presses in, slowly, carefully, Dean’s
smooth tight heat pulling him in. Dean pants and Sam’s eyes fly to his face.
Sam freezes. “Does it hurt?”
“No, keep going.”
Sam does, inch by inch till his thighs meet Dean’s ass. It’s even better than
Sam could have imagined.
“Sam, you gotta move.” Dean groans.
Sam slides out till the head of his cock catches on Dean’s rim and then thrusts
quickly back in. They both moan when their hips meet. Sam does it again and
then again, quicker each time.
“Fuck Dean,” Sam’s voice is high. He keeps up a steady rhythm, Dean angling his
hips and meeting him each time. He wants this to last but he’s so close.
“God Sam,” Dean sounds nearly as strung out as Sam. “I’m-” Dean groans and
clenches around Sam’s cock. Dean comes, covering both their chests and Sam’s
not far behind. He keeps thrusting through Dean’s orgrasm, milking every last
twitch and drop he can till he finally gives in to his own, moaning loud and
long before collapsing on top of Dean.
They lie together like that, panting, Sam slowly regaining feeling in his
finger tips and toes. Eventually, Dean rubs his back. “Alright, I’m gonna need
to breathe eventually.”
“Right sorry,” Sam grunts and rolls off. It’s a moment of loss when he slips
out. Cold unforgiving reality crashing back. Sam stares at the ceiling. He
should probably be freaking out but instead he’s more happy and content than he
can ever remember being. He rolls on his side to look at Dean.
Dean has a hand behind his head, watching Sam. “Don’t even think about
cuddling,” he warns.
Sam grins evilly and then snuggles under Dean’s arm against his chest.
“Ugh, we’re a mess. We need showers.”
“Can we cuddle after?”
“No,” but he pulls Sam closer and Sam knows they will.
“Hey Dean, are you-you won’t-” Sam can’t figure out how ask what he wants to
ask.
“No. We’ll figure something out.”
Sam sighs. “Good.”
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