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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Scent_Kink, Rimming, Barebacking, Underage_Sex, Praise_Kink, Dirty_Talk,
      Bottom_Sam
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-15 Words: 2552
****** I know a dirty word ******
by ElenyasBlood
Summary
     Sam comes home from soccer training and is about to take a shower to
     get rid of dirt and sweat. Dean seems to have other plans and would
     probably rather lick his little brother clean than letting him go.
     Sex ensues. The dirty kind of sex—quite literally.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“I'm back, Dean,” Sam shouted from where he was shuffling through the front
door of the shack they were currently calling home.
Dean was on the sofa, lazily flipping through the channels and already on his
second beer. The day had been long and hot in Minnesota. Sweat was pooling in
the soft hollow between his clavicles and his hair was damp to the touch when
he ruffled his hand through the spiky strands.
“Heya nerd,” he greeted his little brother, watched Sam drop his duffle bag on
the kitchen floor. “How was soccer?”
Sam was skimming through the insides of the fridge and Dean's gaze shamelessly
followed the curve of his little brother's arched back, the way his perky
little ass pushed out, presenting itself. He was still wearing his sweaty shirt
and shorts, the skin on his long, gangly legs tan and glistening with moisture.
“It was okay. Fucking heat almost killed me,” Sam replied casually as he popped
a bottle of water open, slamming the fridge shut with a swing of his bony hips.
Dean would have called Sam out for his language, but right now he found himself
enjoying the boy's potty mouth so he skipped the admonishment for the time
being and rose to his feet instead. Sam's hair was drenched in sweat, his
cheeks flushed from the heat and dust had settled along the long, slender
expanse of his neck. With his foxy eyes glazed over and those pretty, pink lips
wrapped around the bottle's mouth, greedily sucking chugs of water into his
throat, Sam looked pretty fucking edible. Fucking gorgeous. Dean felt his cock
stir in the tight confines of his boxer briefs as he wandered over to the
kitchen counter.
“Gotta make sure you stay hydrated then,” he slurred, heat churning in his
stomach at the sight of Sam's soaked shirt, the traces of sweat and dirt along
the collar and down to the hollow of his armpits.
Sam nodded, downing the remains of the bottle with a shrug. “Dibs on the shower
first. I'm pretty sure I reek.”
Watching his little brother's lanky form with vivid eyes, Dean couldn't help a
soft, possessive growl as he shook his head. “Not at all,” he drawled, nostrils
flared, and was next to Sam in a flash.
“Dean, what the–“ Sam mewled before he was cut off by a pair of hungry lips
pressing against his own and a slick, warm tongue pressing past them. Fucking
the silken insides of Sam's sweet little mouth with his tongue, Dean pulled his
little brother against his body, cradling Sam's hips with broad hands until
they were flush against each other. He felt Sam move against him, rising to his
tip toes to press back against Dean's greedy mouth and arching into the
bruising grip.
When Dean let go, Sam's eyes were fluttered shut and his cheeks tinged pink
with exertion. He was panting, lips slick and shiny with spit, and a small moan
formed in the back of his throat the second Dean bent down to kiss a trail of
hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of his neck.
There were still standing in the middle of the kitchen, Sam rutting against the
bulge in Dean's boxers and Dean dipping down to press his nose into the collar
of his little brother's drenched shirt. Breathing in, Dean felt himself shudder
from the sharp, salty scent that flooded his nostrils and that made his cock
twitch eagerly.
“C'mon Sammy,” he drawled and bent down to pick up his brother's lean frame,
carrying him over to the sofa. “I wanna fuck you. Can I fuck you?”
Flopping both of them onto the creaky springs, Dean immediately crawled forward
until he loomed over the boy. Sam's pupils were blown, his pink tongue poking
out between plush lips obscenely as he moaned Dean's name ever so softly,
nodding in silent agreement. He looked utterly debauched already, hair a
disheveled mess and legs spread to make room for Dean's bulk.
“Eager for my cock, are you?” Dean mumbled as he surged forward to drive his
nose into the filthy shirt again, his nose brushing along the collar and down
to Sam's chest, breathing in, drowning in the earthy scent. Grinding down hard,
Dean followed the trail of wet, sticky patches down to where the smell was the
most distinctive and with a groan he pressed his nose into Sam's armpit,
wiggling and writhing until his whole face was tucked under the boy's scrawny
arm.
“Fuck, Sammy, smells so fucking good,” he crooned, rubbing his lips all over
the soaked fabric, his hips rutting against the boy's crotch.
Sam was already hard. So fucking easy. His cock was hot against Dean's thigh,
proud and fat and the tip probably already leaking sticky pre-come into the
filthy soccer shorts. Engrossed by the thought, Dean took another moment to
breathe, taking it all in—the sour stench, the smell of hot skin, the touch of
tacky fabric on his skin—before the need took over and he leaned back to yank
the damp, sweaty shirt from Sam's heaving chest and the shorts from his thighs.
“There you are,” he mumbled as he revealed the boy's body, miles and miles of
baby-soft, golden skin spreading under his touch.
Sam's voice was broken as he replied with a moan, chanting Dean, please touch
me, please in gasping little bursts of want and lust. He was all but writhing
under the heavy weight of his brother now, bucking up like a little foal,
rocking his cock up and into the heat between Dean's thighs.
“Put your hands over your head, Sammy,” Dean muttered, voice slurred and
throaty. “Be a good boy and show me what you got, would ya?”
Gulping, Sam complied and clasped his hands together before lifting them up
above his head slowly, the look on his flushed face almost embarrassed as he
revealed a small tuft of chestnut hair in each of his armpits. The curls were
damp with sweat and glistened in the light of the setting sun with tiny drops
of moisture, the soft hair a stark contrast to the smoothness of Sam's boyish
chest.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean mouthed and bent down to press his face right where it had
been seconds ago, only this time there was no irritating layer of fabric that
kept him from breathing and touching and tasting. With a breathy moan he
dragged his lips across the small indent, tongue darting out to lick over the
smooth curls. The taste was overwhelming, sharp and salty, and Dean felt the
urge to tongue-fuck Sam's skin and every crevice of his soft body.
Dean took his time nuzzling and licking along the strings of bunching muscles,
nose digging into the slick skin and lips sucking greedy bruises into the
tender flesh until it was sore and aching. He traced his face up and down his
little brother's chest, flicked the boy's nipples with a warm, teasing tongue
and tasted every inch of tacky skin until Sam's body glistened with Dean's spit
and the boy was keening and trembling under Dean's touch.
For a moment Dean considered letting Sam suck him off, feeding that fat, hard
cock into the boy's silken mouth and watch him gag around the thick base as he
fucked his face relentlessly. But something told him he wouldn't last long like
that, seeing those big, doe-like eyes looking up at him with so much
vulnerability and fondness in their depths while Sam's throat bulged with
Dean's thick cock. So he sat back.
“You want it bad, Sammy?” he asked breathily. He watched Sam buck beneath him,
fucking up into the hot air between them. His eyes were unerringly locked with
Dean's his shaggy bangs sticking to his forehead as he shamelessly ground and
thrust against the bulge in his brother's boxers, soaking the fabric with his
own slick. Seeing Sam like that, naked and wanton, the look on his face fuck-
stupid, his slick skin dotted with moles and shiny with saliva. It made Dean
want to ruin that little boy, mark him, make him his.
But Sam still owed a reply and with a gasp he moaned “yeah,” between gritted
teeth, his big, wide eyes already begging so prettily.
“What do you want me to do, huh?” Dean replied, already knowing the answer.
“Whatcha need? C'mon, tell me little brother, I'll take good care of you.”
Sam shuddered, panting. “L-Lick me.”
“Huh? What was that?” Dean clasped his hands around Sam's slim, bony waist to
keep him steady and his desperate thrusts shallow.
“Lick my ass, D-Dean. Suck on my asshole, please. I need your tongue to fuck my
hole, god please,” Sam wheezed and Dean had to squeeze his eyes shut for a
moment to regain his composure. Fuck, Sam was such a little slut for his
tongue. Fucking glorious.
He nodded, and didn't wait for Sam to unearth himself from his brother's grip
and shuffle around awkwardly within the tight confines of the sofa, but took it
on himself to turn the boy around. With a sharp tug on the slim waist and a
spin, Sam was on his hands and knees, ass pushed up and out, stuck into Dean's
face like a fucking present.
“Please, Dean, please,” Sam whined and Dean couldn't have stopped himself even
if he wanted to. With a groan he spread the soft, slick flesh to reveal the
pink rim of his little brother's hole and licked right into him. And fuck him,
if that didn't feel and taste like the best thing in the world, Sam's hole so
tight and his insides slick and warm as Dean flicked his tongue inside, swiping
along the tight walls, fucking him open with his lips and mouth.
Sam cried out as soon as Dean was at him, pressing back and shoving his ass
right into Dean's face. He didn't care about how needy he sounded when he
begged for more, Dean, please more, eat me out, and his thighs were trembling
under the pure onslaught of Dean's tongue as he licked his way inside, fucking
the boy's hole all loose and responsive until the cries turned into hungry
whimpers.
Breathing in, Dean reveled in the heady scent of his brother's slick skin. The
sharp stench of sweat was more distinctive down there, blurring Dean's senses
and making him hungry for so much more. It was all Sam: sour sweat, sun-kissed
skin, his sweet little hole opening up for Dean's greedy tongue and faint
traces of come and clean soap underneath it all. It smelled like fucking heaven
and Dean flared his nostrils, took it all in as he kept licking and slurping
around Sam's tight hole, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sloppy muscle
and sucking on the hot, slick skin until bruises bloomed under his lips.
For a long time the silence of the sleazy motel room was only interrupted by
Sam's panting and the wet sounds of Dean eating him out. But at some point the
boy's moans turned into words and Dean smiled to himself, pleased.
“Fuck me Dean, please, fuck me. I need it, please fuck,please,” Sam chanted,
rocking back and forth with every hot, firm swipe of Dean's tongue. His cock
hung heavy between his thighs, not quite as big or as fat as Dean's but already
impressive and pink with blood and incredibly hard as Dean flipped his brother
over again.
He dipped down for a long, hard kiss, made Sam taste himself on his tongue
before he reared up again to push his boxers down. With a groan, Dean freed his
twitching cock from the fabric's tight grip and had to clasp the base to keep
from blowing his load all over Sam's squirming body right then.
“Fuck, Sammy, not gonna last long,” Dean crooned breathily, aligning his cock
with the wet, loose hole between his little brother's cheeks. A wash of slick
dribbled onto the pink rim and Sam whined and pushed down, sinking onto Dean's
length in one go and punching every breath out of his brother's lungs.
They fucked bare and Dean's eyes went wide as he watched Sam sliding down until
Dean bottomed out, every inch of flushed, thick cock dug in and the pink rim
stretched impossibly wide around the fat base.
Whining low in his throat, Sam took a few breaths until he got used to the
feeling before he whispered “Fuck me, Dean. Fuck me good, make me feel it,”
And who was Dean to object? With a moan he hitched Sam's legs up until the boy
was almost bent in half and started slamming home, cock jabbing, face buried in
the crook of Sam's knee. Dean let his nose find the sticky skin again and took
deep inhales, relishing the feeling of burying his cock so fucking deep into
Sam's guts, fucking the boy so hard he would be walking funny for the rest of
the week.
“Like that, Sammy? Feel my cock?” he muttered and let his hands fall to the
boy's nipples, rubbing the dusky pink nubs between his fingers until Sam cried
out in pleasure.
Sam didn't manage to reply, his brother's thrusts making him thrash against the
cushions, and only whined instead. His fingers flew up to press against the tip
of Dean's cock nestling in his lower abdomen, making his flat stomach bulge.
“Good. Good boy,” Dean panted while doubling his efforts as he slapped in to
the hilt, rocking into the silken heat of Sam's hole and feeling his slick
walls contract and tremble with the sensation. He let his cock plunge in,
fucked Sam with abandon, making the boy squirm and cry in utter bliss and
didn't stop until he felt the tight hole clamp down on him as Sam's cock
spilled pearly ropes of come across the smooth, golden skin.
And yet the boy wasn't finished. “D-Dean, fuck, please don't stop,” he pleaded,
moved with Dean, against him, pushed up and into the hard, sharp slaps inside
his asshole and milked a second orgasm from his twitching body the same moment
Dean felt a jolt of pleasure tearing through him.
Dean released himself into Sam's ass with a shout, his body bent over the boy's
chest and nose buried in the tuft of soft curls in his armpits. He came with
the scent of Sam's sweat and Minnesota dust in his nose, Sam's soft whimpers
settling into his ears, and nothing had ever felt better than being buried to
the hilt in slick, warm flesh and breathing pure Sam.
Collapsing on top of the boy, they took their time coming down from their highs
until Dean felt like he might doze off at any second. With an annoyed groan he
hauled himself up and off Sam's body before he went to find something to wipe
the mess from their skin and around his brother's sore, puffy hole.
“Should I go to soccer training more often then?” Sam asked from where he had
curled into himself on the sofa's cushions.
Dean scoffed. “If you can take it, nerd,” he replied and returned with a box of
tissues, smacking them against his little brother's flushed face.
Sam beamed. “Bring it on, dude.”
End Notes
     For my beautiful friend Penny who makes my day more often than she
     thinks and keeps being awesome when everything else turns to shit.
     Thank you for being such a bright and constant presence in my life,
     you make me believe in myself.
     Happy fucking holidays I guess.
     I love you. xxx
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