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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Canon, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      Sinful_Desire
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-07-13 Words: 1608
****** Not So Bad ******
by Fratello Del Cuore [archived by sinfuldesire_archivist]
Summary
     Damn Dean. Stupid girls. But maybe, the night wouldn't be so bad
     after all.
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Author's notes: Sam's fifteen, Dean's nineteen. They don't really have sex, but
close enough, so, you have been warned *she says ominously*.
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Sam groaned, letting his head fall to the jam of the door.
 
They'd been in a new town for a few weeks now and dad had said that they would
be staying for at least another month, so he had thought it would be okay to
ask a girl out to the movies.
 
She had accepted, giggling and blushing and hiding behind that long curtain of
shiny hair.
 
That had actually gone well, and that would have been his second ever date. He
was fifteen and had only dated one other girl. Pathetic.
 
But he really didn't like flings, didn't like going out with girls who would
give him a good time, then return to ignoring him in the halls. He liked to
have something steady.
 
So when he had been informed that they would be staying for the rest of the
school year, he had decided to ask the girl he liked. She was sweet, dated
regularly from what he had heard, but never went very far, was average, not
really smart, but she could hold up a good conversation. And she liked the same
movies.
 
He had been happy, shocked, surprised, and a little worried when she had said
yes. He didn't really know much about girls. But knowing Dean, he would help
him in his sure fire, joking way and give Sam good advice, but have teasing
material for years.
 
He had decided to wing it.
 
So he went and picked her up, dressed in his least worn pair of jeans and
sneakers that didn't have their soles falling out. Talked to her parents for a
minute while he waited for her to get ready.
 
They had liked him, surprised at his intelligence, smiling in an indulging way
when he blushed. He hadn't much liked them.
 
And so they had walked since the movies were only a couple of blocks away and
the night was pleasantly warm.
 
She had been really pretty, wearing this wrap skirt and a tight sweater,
showing off her body yet covering, Sam had liked that.
 
The conversation had been about a wide variety of things, school, favorite
animals and colors, music and the movie they were going to see. Then the topic
had turned to family.
 
She had told him about her parents, they weren't married, but they had been
together for over twenty years, the town thought it was a scandal. She had a
little brother that she said he was a pest.
 
Sam had been interested, he liked hearing about peoples families. She had asked
him about his.
 
He had told her that their mother had died in a fire when he was really young,
to which she had placed a warm hand on his shoulder, it had felt nice. That his
father was in the army and they had to travel around a lot, he mentioned Dean
briefly.
 
She had asked more. About his brother.
 
As the talk went on, he began to get suspicious, when she leaned in closer, he
was getting this bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. This had never happened
before, usually, the ages were too far apart.
 
She was seventeen, two years for each, it would be equal. Dean was older.
 
She had asked if they could go to his apartment instead, when she learned Dean
would be there. Sam had shaken his head, anger and something else mixing
together.
 
He wasn't mad at Dean, this actually wasn't his fault. It was hers, she could
have just said she wasn't interested, or that she liked Dean more.
 
Yeah, he would be disappointed, then he would be angry at Dean. But not when
she went through all these false pretenses, lead him on.
 
He felt like crying. Or hitting someone.
 
So he had walked away, taking advantage of his long legs to get away as fast as
he could.
 
And here he was.
 
Dad was out on a hunt doing whatever it was he did, Sam really didn't care at
the moment. Dean was probably out, Sam had told him about the date, said he
would be back when the movie was over, in three hours.
 
Letting his head bang against the jam he did it over and over again. Not hard
enough to really hurt, just a dull ache. Stupid girls, damn Dean.
 
Something else caught his attention, a low moan.
 
Frowning, he walked forward, stepping lighter, breathing slowed, making no
noise as he went towards that sound. Dean's door was open, letting cool air mix
with the heat of the summer night. It drew him to the brightness.
 
The sight before him nearly made Sam gasp before he regained control.
 
Dean was laying on the bed, shirt off, jeans shoved down to his knees. His
arousal in hand.
 
The golden body was covered with a sheen on sweat, a light shimmer. Powerful
muscles rippled under taut skin.
 
Sam saw Dean's toes curl.
 
His hair was in a mess, short length somehow becoming wild. Lips open to
accommodate air, tongue occasionally flickering out.
 
His long fingered hand was wrapped tight around his cock, going from root to
tip in a slow, stroking motion before letting the thumb flick over the head.
 
Sam blinked, clenching his hands as his muscles tensed. His erection strained
against his jeans. He noticed he was breathing a bit heavy, couldn't bring
himself to care. Against all instinct, he walked forward, into the room.
 
Not in the right state of mind right about now, he stepped on the floorboard
which always admitted a creak.
 
Sam saw his brother tense for a whole other reason, stopping his ministrations
as he opened his eyes with a snap that should have been audible.
 
Green eyes were blown with desire, pupils encompassing the green. Fluttering
eyelashes surrounding added to the allure.
 
Once he saw Sam, relief bled into his eyes, shoulders relaxed slightly, though
still tense.
 
When he spoke, his voice was raw and rough. It sent shivers down Sam's spine.
 
"What're you doing here, Sammy? Didn't you have a hay ride to go to?" Sam shook
his head, unable to respond as he stared at the flexing muscles beneath the
chest, Dean was nervous. He always did that when he was nervous.
 
Clearing his throat, his brother tried again.
 
"Well, can you leave now. Because, dude, really, I'm kind of busy." Another
shake of the head.
 
Dean glared, a spark entering his eyes, saying what words didn't have to.
You're not stopping me. I don't want to, was returned.
 
With an almost solemn nod of his head, a bridge being crossed, an acceptance of
something that had been known for a long time, he began.
 
Hand started racing up and down his swelling member, movements becoming more
jerky as Dean saw Sam's eyes stare transfixed on his cock, following his hand
as it rubbed over flesh.
 
When he came, it was long drawn out, intense.
 
He arched his back fully off the bed, a perfect bowstring. Stretching the
entire body, displaying it.
 
A loud, deep moan erupted from his throat, rumbling.
 
Come spilled over his fist, smelling of musk and Dean, looking creamy and Sam
suddenly had the urge to touch it.
 
He leaned forward, dipping four fingers into the substance, feeling the texture
and it possible, he got harder.
 
Dean eyes remained on him the entire time. They drifted towards the front of
his jeans, to the tented denim.
 
With his eyes he once more beckoned Sam forward and Sam eagerly struggled out
of his jeans, nearly tripping he pulled them off with his boxers.
 
He did trip over onto the bed with his haste at removing all the top layers of
clothing. He wore too damn many.
 
Once unclothed he crawled up his brothers body, on his knees. Knew what his
brother wanted to do just from the way those full lips smirked up at him.
 
He settled into a comfortable position and tilted his hips up, cock bobbing in
front of him.
 
Dean chuckled, a deep, rough, fucking hot sound that made him whimper.
 
Hands palmed his hips, holding onto the skin and muscle, the bone as he leaned
in and engulfed the tip of Sam's erection.
 
Sam bucked wildly, breath coming in quick gasp as searing heat was placed
around sensitive skin.
 
Hands fell forward, coming to rest on the headboard, hands nearly cracking the
aged wood with their strong grip.
 
Raising himself up he began pivoting his hips, sliding his cock in and out of
his brothers willing mouth.
 
It was ohgodmoretoomuch, then he glanced down.
 
Saw the lips, wrapped around his shaft, sucking at it like a dying man, like it
was his salvation.
 
Eyes glanced up, somehow being submissive and controlling at the same time as
they shone through the thick eyelashes.
 
Sam could only stare as his reddened cock slipped into his brothers mouth, the
length disappearing into that beautiful place. Its color a sharp contrast to
Dean's smooth skin.
 
With that sight before him, that heat overwhelming him, the scent of Dean's
release in the air, he came.
 
Head thrown back, hips pumping into Dean's mouth as his back arched hard.
 
Dean swallowed it all.
 
Pulling out with a soft pop he slithered down, lying boneless in his bed as his
older brother divested himself of the rest of his clothes and lay down next to
him, wrapping his arms around Sam as he threw a coltish leg over his brother.
 
Guess tonight wasn't so bad after all.
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