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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      John_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Voyeurism, Masturbation
  Series:
      Part 2 of Nights
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-29 Words: 1374
****** First Night ******
by Midnyt_Tyr
Summary
     John and Sam agreed to end their relationship due to Sam's lack of
     respect. Sam thinks he can beat John at this game, but can he?
Notes
     I'm back! Well, sort of. This is my way of apologizing for the
     impromptu hiatus. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
Sam was so mad, he could've shot John in his foot and not regretted it. It
must've been close to 100 degrees outside and the old man had them running laps
around a nearby highschool football field. Dean left to meet up with Bobby for
a hunt yesterday and John had taken his oldest son's absence as a chance to
tease and torment his youngest.
It started out simple enough, John walking around in his jeans shirtless,
coming out of the shower still dripping wet with only a towel around his broad
waist or singing some seductive classic rock in that gorgeous baritone voice of
his. It escalated that morning when he came into the kitchen sporting a hard on
underneath his jeans. Sam's mouth instantly began to water and his eyes darted
from John's crotch to his eyes multiple times. The older man just chuckled,
palmed his erection a bit, then proceeded to ignore it and Sam altogether.
After breakfast, both Winchesters searched for nearby hunts and, for once, came
up with nothing, so John decided they could spend the day training.
The sparring was hell. Each time John pinned his son, he'd rub against him in
some way. Example, he'd turn a grapple into a powerbomb and rub his groin
against Sam's ass or pin Sam to the ground and growl softly into his neck. He
even went far enough to lick one of Sam's nipples before releasing him. Sam
cursed him out, much to John's amusement.
Now, they were on lap ten around this damn field and Sam was so tired of
watching John's firm ass as he ran ahead. At the end, as they both caught their
breath, John reached over and pat Sam's shoulder.
"You alright, kiddo?" He asked, panting.
Sam nodded. They each downed a bottle of water and began the walk back to the
motel. The Texas heat was getting to Sam something fierce and John noticed.
Once inside, he cranked up the A/C and fetched two more bottles of water from
the fridge. Sam took one and nodded his thanks. John sat next to him on the
couch and they drank in silence.
"Your skills are improving. I'm proud of you." John said finally. Sam hummed
appreciatively and leaned his head on John's shoulder. His father carded his
fingers through Sam's long, sweat soaked hair and planted a light kiss on the
top of his boy's head.
Sam resisted the urge to ask his father to touch him, but his body had a
different idea. His cock began to swell and, as always, John noticed. He ran a
hand up Sam's thigh, stopping right before he touched the promising arousal and
stood.
"I'm gonna shower. Wanna grab some lunch after?"
Sam glared, but nodded.
"Great. Oh, and you might want to do the same. You can pump that sweet cock of
yours while you're at it. Don't wanna walk around with a boner now, do ya?"
John teased, laughing as he left the room.
Sam fumed.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sam sat in the corner of the booth by the window at the back of the diner,
pouting like a two year old. John was looking through the menu, occasionally
looking up at Sam, then back down to the menu.
"You gonna order somethin' or are you just gonna sit there and sulk because
Daddy won't touch you?" John asked.
Sam straightened up, looking around nervously to see if anyone might have
heard. Luck wasn't on his side. Two men sitting at the end of the breakfast
bar, closest to them, overheard and looked towards them. They eyed Sam up and
down and sneered in disgust.
"D-Daddy. Maybe we should be a bit quieter? We don't want to-"
"Draw attention? Well, sweetie, if you weren't sitting there looking so
deliciously pitiful, we wouldn't be drawing attention. It's your own damn
fault, pouting like that." John leaned in closer, grabbing Sam's chin and
pulling the boy closer. "Makes me wanna bite those lips and make them swell up
like Dean's. Kiss and suck on them until you're panting and writhing beneath
me. Make you dry hump my leg like a bitch in heat."
Sam's eyes widened and he stifled a whimper. John smirked, caressing his boy's
chin before letting him go. Sam didn't move.
"Sadly, I can't do that, now can I?" John went back to browsing the menu as Sam
jumped up and stormed off, muttering something about using the bathroom. John
smiled to himself. Looking up from the menu, he watched as Sam power walked to
the bathroom, his eyes on the curve of Sam's ass. His smile faltered when he
noticed one of the two men sitting at the breakfast bar eyeing Sam the same
way, just with a bit more disdain.
When the man stood and began to walk towards the bathroom, John tensed. He knew
Sam was more than capable of taking care of himself, but still...
Sam locked himself into the nearest stall and unzipped his jeans, pulling out
his rapidly growing erection. He pumped himself eagerly, biting his lip to keep
from moaning. He fantasized about John watching him, his dark eyes lustful, his
lips curled into that sexy smirk, his deep voice encouraging him to stroke
faster, squeeze just a bit tighter. Sam let a whimper escape his lips and
leaned against the wall of the stall.
The bathroom door opened and Sam mentally cursed. He was rapidly approaching
his peak and didn't want to stop. Hopefully, this guy would just do his
business quickly and leave.
After a few seconds of silence, Sam glanced to the floor and saw a pair of
boots outside the stall, facing him. He looked through the crack of the door
and saw an eye looking back at him. They stood there for a moment, staring at
each other. Sam gave the man a smirk and continued stroking.
He heard the other man groan and gave a low chuckle. He unlocked the door and
opened it to give the man a full view. It was one of the men from earlier. He
was probably a bit older than John, but nowhere near as handsome. Pretty eyes,
though. Sam focused on them as he pumped his cock, moaning softly.
The man looked him up and down, licking his lips before palming himself through
his jeans.
"Yeah... Oh, daddy... I'm gonna come..." He moaned. He reached under his shirt,
showing his abs as he pinched one nipple. Gasping, he shot his load into his
hand and the wall adjacent to him. After catching his breath, he watched the
other man rub one out quickly. Closet homo. Figures.
Sam pushed past the man, moving to the sink to wash his hands. The man came up
behind him.
"There are so many things I want to do to you, pretty boy. You want that?" He
asked, grabbing Sam's cock.
Sam pulled away, dried his hands and gently cleaned himself with the wet towel
before tucking himself back in. "Nope. Only Daddy can touch me. You're not
him."
"Kinky bitch..."
"You have no idea." Sam walked out.
John looked up as Sam returned. "Took you long enough. You okay?"
Sam looked at the menu. "Yep. All good here. Even had an audience."
John bristled. "What?!" He hissed. He fell silent as the other man returned to
his friend.
"Damn, Dave. Took ya long enough." The friend said gruffly.
"You know how it is when you get older. Certain things take a while." Dave
answered.
Sam chuckled. "Sure. Minute man." He mumbled. John's glare would've killed a
lesser man.
"You have no idea how in for it you are." He growled.
Sam met his gaze and smiled. "You gonna punish me, Daddy? Bend me over and
spank my ass until it's cherry red and then pound me into the mattress? Make me
whimper and cry and beg-"
"You wish. I've got much better plans than that and none of them include you
having an orgasm or taking my cock. You WILL regret that decision, Samuel. No
one touches what's mine."
Sam grinned. "Someone already did." The look on John's face would fuel Sam's
ego for weeks.
First night: Sam - 1, John - 0
End Notes
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