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works/184009.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-14 Words: 1164
****** Dirty Messy Beautiful ******
by pianoforeplay
Summary
     In which Dean wants something a little different.
Notes
     Written for spn_blindfold prompt of: "Basically, I'd like to read
     about Dean giving Sammy a messy BJ and letting him come on his face.
     Bonus!points for it happening in a location other than the motel room
     (Impala, truck rest stop, back alley, ...) I'd prefer the boys not to
     be too young (Sammy 12-14, Dean 16-18?). Sam sucking Dean is a-okay,
     too!" Originally posted here on 1/25/2011.
Sam hits the wall with a grunt, cement hard and unforgiving at his back, cold
seeping through his t-shirt. His brother drops to his knees.
"Dean!"
"Shut up," Dean says, a sly grin softening the words as his hands make quick
work of Sam's jeans, buttons popping soundlessly before Dean's face presses
right up against him, mouth hot against Sam's cock through his boxers.
Breath catching, Sam darts a glance at the bathroom door; from here, he can't
tell if it's locked. He really really hopes it is.
"Dean," he hisses, quiet but urgent as he reaches down to try and push his
brother off. "Dad's right outside!"
"Yeah, which is why you need to shut the hell up," Dean replies, eyes raised as
he slides the waistband of Sam's boxers down, freeing his dick. "Be quiet and
let me do this."
Cool air brushes over Sam's hardening cock and he bites back a whimper, one
hand balling into a fist as the other stays curled into his brother's short
hair. They stare at each other for a long moment, Dean with his lips parted and
expectant at the head of Sam's erection, Sam feeling like he can barely
breathe. But there's no way in hell he can say no now. Not like he ever really
can these days. Dean's been driving him crazy lately, getting him hard with
only a look or a single whispered word, and Sam honestly doesn't know if it's
because he's as horny as every other kid his age or if it's Dean.
Probably, it's a combination of both.
Whatever the case, Sam can't say no. Doesn't even want to. Just swallows back a
whine and arches, bites down hard on his bottom lip as Dean lowers his head to
suck Sam's cock in deep.
Thing is, Dean gives amazing head. It's like his mouth is just made for it,
lips full and jaw wide. He always uses just a hint of teeth, scraping enough to
make Sam hiss and tense up before smoothing his tongue over the same spot,
slick and warm, to clear the sting. He seems even hungrier for it now than
normal, hands curled tight around the meat of Sam's thighs as he sinks down,
gagging himself around Sam's length. Sam shudders through it, body curling
forward a little when Dean takes him deep enough for Sam's cock to slide right
on down his throat, Dean's nose pressed into Sam's pubes.
"Oh god," he groans, gripping the nape of Dean's neck as his legs start to
shake. Dean gives a muffled grunt in reply, sharp enough that Sam gets the
message and he closes his mouth tight once more, forces himself to keep quiet
as Dean's mouth works.
Sam refuses to close his eyes, staring openly as Dean takes him, utterly
focused on licking and sucking, the obscene slurping noises bouncing off the
harsh walls. Dean's throat gurgles when he takes Sam in deep again and Sam
fights another moan before Dean pulls off with a heated, rough cough.
He thinks distantly of apologizing, but the dark look Dean throws his way
silences him immediately.
"You gonna come, Sammy?" he asks then, breath hot against Sam's purpled crown.
But Sam can't answer, not when Dean's wrapping a hand tight around his spit-wet
dick, stroking him hard and fast and then ducking down to tongue at his balls.
All he can do is gasp and shudder, knees buckling.
Dean laughs and the sound trips, vibrates up Sam's spine.
"Please," he manages some time later. It comes out little more than a whisper
and Dean hums again, nose buried in Sam's groin, still making those
ridiculously hot slurping noises. Sam's already barreling toward orgasm and
there's nothing he likes more than coming in the heat of Dean's mouth. His lips
always wrap around him so tight and so perfect, tongue working the underside as
Dean drinks him down. Sucks him dry.
Sliding his hand to Dean's jaw, Sam tries to guide him there, thumb pressing
against the stubbled hinge as he lets out another soft, imploring whine.
As expected, Dean releases Sam's balls with another slick sound and opens up,
head tipped back to mouth at the underside of Sam's dick. His hand keeps
working, pumping Sam furiously, tongue darting out every other stroke to taste
the tip and then he wraps his lips loosely around the head, sucking only very
gently, eyes raised and locked on Sam's.
"Dean," Sam gasps, breathless with need. Dean has his hips pinned to the wall,
but Sam can't keep from shaking, struggling to stay upright. "I'm gonna-
- please. Please, Dean."
And that should be all it takes for his brother to open up and suck him down.
They've done this so many times now, it's like a well choreographed dance. Sam
knows what comes next: Dean teases him to the breaking point, pushes Sam to beg
and plead and whine and then drinks down every drop, milks Sam for all he's
worth.
But this time, Dean pulls away. Staring right up at Sam, he rests back on his
haunches and curls his hand tighter around Sam's dick, the other moving from
Sam's hip to cup his balls, toying and teasing. "Come on, baby," he says, voice
nearly a growl. "Want you to come for me. All over me." Scooting closer, his
breath puffs hot against Sam's cock and his voice drops low. "Want you to dirty
up my face with your spunk, Sammy."
The words are shocking enough all by themselves, but in Dean's low, Don't-Fuck-
With-Me voice, Sam doesn't stand a chance. An image of his brother covered in
Sam's come flashes across his mind's eye and Sam's breath catches sharp in his
throat. His hips buck forward, desperate and overcome, and then he's hurtling
into orgasm, shooting a white streak against Dean's cheek and nose, another to
join it, another across Dean's sore, plush lips. Those lips wrap back around
him half a second later and Sam feels his stomach jolt once more as Dean sucks
the rest, drinking down Sam's milky jizz, half his face covered in it, a
stringy glob trickling from his eyebrow.
Dean doesn't stop until Sam's practically on the floor with him, boneless and
shivering through the after shocks.
"Oh my god," Sam groans as he crumbles, Dean's hands on his sides guiding him
gently. Safely. He can smell himself in the air, ripe and pungent with sweat
and sex and he dazedly opens his eyes to see Dean grinning up at him.
He looks obscene, cheeks flushed and mouth swollen, streaks of milky whiteness
clinging to his face and Sam marvels that his dick isn't swelling all over
again at the sight.
And then Dean leans up, sticky lips finding Sam's in a sloppy, open kiss before
growling, "Now how 'bout you get me cleaned up, little brother?" and Sam, a new
hunger flaring in his gut, tackles him to the ground.
end.
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