
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/8717002.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Season/Series
      02
  Collections:
      Sinful_Desire
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-07-13 Words: 1146
****** Good Boys Go to Heaven ******
by sublimesarcasm [archived by sinfuldesire_archivist]
Summary
     Everyone loves a bad boy and Sam is no exception, lucky for him he
     has the original one sitting right next to him. It's incest, it's
     hardcore, it's smut, what else could you possibly want?
Notes
     Note from the Sinful Desire archivists: this story was originally
     archived at Sinful-Desire.org. To preserve the archive, we began
     importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in
     November 2016. We e-mailed all creators about the move and posted
     announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or
     know) this creator, please contact us using the e-mail address on
     Sinful_Desire_collection_profile.

Author's notes: Small reference to them having sex when they were underage.
Only happens in one sentence no details are given and the precise age is
undefined. Other than that...this is plotless smut. You have been warned. Also
please excuse any mistakes in regards to the hell references as my knowledge of
the divine comedy is well...somewhat limited.
===============================================================================
They were going straight to hell for this. Down to the second circle, past
limbo to be punished for eternity, where else could doing this possibly land
them? Not anywhere pleasant, maybe a nice apartment with a view of the lake of
sulfur.
 
Dean had always been a bad boy and it added to his mysticism, it’s what got Sam
off whenever he would touch himself and think of his brother balls deep inside
him. Dean was the bad one. Even when they were younger he was always having sex
in the art room after school and smoking in the bathrooms, while Sam was always
the good old boy and always wondered just how much fun it would be to cross the
threshold.
 
As Dean stood behind him jerking himself to get hard Sam couldn’t help but
remember when he and Dean got detention at school. He remembered the speech
that Father O’Connor had given them about how good boys went to heaven. Father
O’Connor however made no reservations about the fact Dean wasn’t the definition
of a “good boy.” Old O’Connor’s observation strengthened by the fact as soon as
he left the room Dean had Sam bent over the desk, screaming his name.
 
Dean had parked the car on the side of the road, he couldn’t wait any longer
and to tell the truth Sam wasn’t making it any easier to resist. Something Dean
had said earlier about having hardcore sex had stuck with him and made him beg
Dean for their own little hardcore session ever since they got back on the
road.
 
Making love was always a fun time, but tonight he wanted it rough, and hard. He
pretended to resist as Dean slammed his face onto the hood of the Impala. Dean
snaked his hands around the front of Sam’s jeans, grasping for the button and
unzipping them pushing them down with one hand using his other to force down
Sam’s neck onto the cold metal hood.
 
“You want my cock Sammy? Wanna feel it fuck your insides till I fill you with
my come?”
 
Sam nodded, wriggling his legs so his jeans and boxers fell around his ankles,
spreading his legs and giving Dean more room to work with.
 
“Beg for it Sammy, I wanna hear you beg for my cock,” Dean yelled, sliding
Sam’s t-shirt off over his head, waiting to hear the words from Sam’s mouth,
tightening his grip on Sam’s neck, soft enough as to not choke him but hard
enough so that he knew Dean meant business.
 
“P-please, Dean. Want your cock so bad. Dean, please,” Sam begged.
 
Dean got to his knees, spreading Sam’s cheeks apart. He knew how Sam liked it,
he could feel Sam about to come already and he hadn’t even touched him yet. It
was always like this, perhaps the fact that they were brothers, bound by blood
forever that made them better in tune with the others’ body.
 
His tongue brushed by Sam’s entrance, shocking him into clenching as it ran
over the tight bundle of muscles, slicking Sam’s hole readying him for what was
to come. He got up slowly; dipping one finger inside Sam, teasing at his hole
and making him squirm on the hood of the Impala.
 
One finger wasn’t enough. He put his hand in front of Sam’s face, making him
slick his index and middle fingers before sliding them inside him slowly,
managing to scissor them as Sam was grinding his cock along the smooth cold
finish of the Impala’s hood.
 
He spat in his palm, slicking his length before positioning at the base of
Sam’s ass. With one hard thrust he was balls deep inside, the lack of
lubrication and the speed of transition causing Sam to buck his hips up in
surprise.
 
The feeling was raw as Dean’s cock explored every inch inside of him. Sam could
only bring himself to say “fuckDeanharder, harder.” His erotic mantra causing
Dean to ram himself into Sam’s ass as hard as he possibly could.
 
Dean’s hand grasped Sam’s, threading their fingers together and pressing Sam’s
knuckles into the hard steel of the Impala, fucking him for all he was worth.
 
Sam could hear the constant slap of Dean’s balls against his ass, it drove him
crazy as his cock grinded against the hood of the car. Dean’s grip tightened on
Sam’s hips, pulling out and slamming right back in, grinding his hips forward
and fucking Sam’s prostate. Hitting that spot inside of his brother over and
over again, making him yell out onto the deserted road. There were nothing but
trees surrounding them, but Dean knew the sounds Sam made whenever he would
thrust against his prostate could be heard for miles.
 
“You like my cock fucking you hard Sammy?” Dean teased at Sam who now was
practically sprawled naked out on the hood of the Impala, his jeans tossed
aside as Dean who had his t-shirt rolled up around his neck and jeans around
his ankles fucked him as hard as he could.
 
This was what it was like. To be bad. You couldn’t get much worse than having
your older brother fuck you on the hood of his car on the side of a road.
 
“I’m gonna come soon Sammy,” Dean mumbled, grinding his hips against Sam’s ass,
pushing himself in deeper and deeper.
 
Dean pulled out as Sam got on his knees in front of him, reaching for Dean’s
cock and running his tongue over the head, slowly jerking it.
 
“On my face, Dean. I want it,” Sam begged.
 
“Almost there Sammy, just a little bit long—”
 
Dean was interrupted by Sam’s tongue running over the slit of his cock, causing
his hips to buck forward, spilling long thick strands of come across Sam’s
face.
 
Sam licked his lips, Dean’s familiar taste still lingering on them.
 
Sam got back up onto the hood of the Impala, laying on his back and stroking
himself. Dean bent over, taking Sam’s pulsing member and sucking on it, causing
him to blow load after thick load own Dean’s throat, who willing swallowed it
down.
 
Sam got up and found his jeans, pulling them back up around his waist. He
stared at Dean, his own personal bad boy, loving the satisfied look he had on
his face.
 
It dawned on him as he laid his head on Dean's shoulder while they drove. Good
boys may go to heaven, but bad boys, well, bad boys go wherever they want to.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
