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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:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Sibling_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-10-08 Words: 576
****** anywhere except the mouth ******
by fits_in_frames
Summary
     He digs it up with his bare hands, and there's still grit under his
     fingernails when they scratch down Dean's back an hour later.
Notes
     hey remember the time when i found a human tooth
     down on delancey
     hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere
     except the mouth
     {regina spektor // that time}
     Enabled by ionsquare.
Sam finds the skull they're looking for by accident--he trips over it, walking
down a dirt road trying to find a shortcut back to the cabin they're staying in
this season. He digs it up with his bare hands, and there's still grit under
his fingernails when they scratch down Dean's back an hour later.
See, Sam gave up trying to live up to Dad's expectations when, for trying his
best, all he got was cold stares and you can do betters. Dean, on the other
hand, Dean is easy to impress--aim the gun, kill the ghost, salt and burn--so
Sam lets his older brother metaphorically sing praises to him, lets him bestow
whatever reward he feels is necessary, which has lately been this--this salty
sweat in his eyes and this hot, wet mouth on his dick and these strong,
callused fingers gripping his ghosts of hipbones.
Sam digs his fingertips into Dean's shoulders, and then Dean's mouth trails
away from his dick, up his stomach, nipping at the folds of skin along the way.
Sam's not supposed to make a sound, that's part of the deal, so he doesn't
moan, doesn't gasp, doesn't even whimper when Dean tongues at his Adam's apple,
sucks on the bump of his collarbone, drags his bottom lip over each nipple and
then blows on them to make them hard. Dean straddles Sam's shoulders with his
arms and presses his open mouth to Sam's neck, and his half-hard, denim-covered
cock up against Sam's own, which is practically begging to be jerked off, but
Sam doesn't let it show, doesn't bite his lip, just holds one hand against the
nape of Dean's neck and with the other hand, runs his fingernails up and down
Dean's spine.
Dean humps him again, and Sam lets him go at his neck a little longer, until he
can't take it anymore, and his hips buck up, rubbing his dick against rough
fabric, and he comes too soon, so Dean sits up before he intends to, strings of
saliva still trailing from his lips and semen pooling in the little shelf his
cock's made in his jeans. Sam gasps i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry as the hot
blackness takes him over, and by the time it's gone, Dean is kneeling on the
bed, jeans around his thighs, jerking himself off in fast, needy strokes. He
comes on himself, on his bare belly and his already-ruined jeans, and all Sam
can do is bite his lip and stare.
what are you looking at, Dean demands a moment later. It's not really a
question, so Sam scrambles to gather up his clothes, pulls his jeans
haphazardly up around his waist, belt buckle jangling, and gets to his room
just a few minutes before Dad comes back. He hears him in the next room,
talking with Dean.
dean, you're supposed to be watching sam, not jerking off to playboy's car
issue.
sorry dad, Dean says without a hint of panic or fear, it won't happen again.
damn right it won't happen again. where's sammy?
Dad comes in just as Sam pulls a clean shirt over his head. Dad starts talking
about the damn skull, Sam can't really hear anything that comes out of Dad's
mouth because Dean is right behind him, looking at his feet but Sam knows his
eyes are still on fire, and it makes the dirt under Sam's fingernails ache.
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