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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean/Sam
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Somnophilia, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Blow_Jobs, Underage_Drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-06 Words: 1743
****** Perks of Perfectionism ******
by Ephermeralk
Summary
     Sam’s a bit of a perfectionist. There’s no reason that shouldn’t
     apply to sucking off his brother.
Notes
     A/N: Uhm. I wrote this for a kink-meme prompt asking for hurt
     Jerk!Dean grumping at Sam for a blowjob, then waking up to Sam’s
     mouth around his cock. There are also a lot of words involved that
     are not porn. *shrugs* Hope you like, OP. Also, not mine. Except the
     errors. Those belong to me.
Sam stumbles, cleats catching on the worn holes of the concrete steps leading
up to the house Dad rented out for the month. The place hasn’t had a paint job
in at least a decade, and spiders inhabit every window sill. Still, Sam likes
it better than a motel; a few rats and a bed with broken springs beat out the
smell of bleach and stained carpets any day. He pulls open the torn screen door
and steps awkwardly over the line of salt next to the door. It’s one of the
first rules of living with John Winchester: only stay in places with doors that
open to the outside.
Dad’s voice echoes in his head from when he left them both two weeks ago
saying, “I gotta go see Elkins about a case. Sammy, don’t give your brother a
hard time, remember the salt lines, and stay out of trouble.”
Dad had then turned his serious voice towards his brother with a rough, “Dean,
the place is paid up through October. I’ve left some money in the hall closet
with the shotgun. Now, just ‘cause your hurt doesn’t mean you can’t watch out
for Sammy. I should be back in a few weeks, and if I’m not call Pastor Jim.”
It was his usual speech until he turned around at the door, adding “And Dean,
if you take that cast off before the two months are up, we’re resetting that
break without the anesthesia this time.”
Sam’s backpack’s halfway to being dropped unceremoniously on the floor when he
hears the faint sounds of Dean snoring over the voices seeping out of the
television. Sam likes when Dean’s asleep. Passed out, Dean’s not Dad’s soldier,
or Sam’s sometimes reluctant caregiver, or the hot new guy at school. He’s just
Dean; a mix of angelic beauty and vulnerability. Right now though, Dean looks
unusually uncomfortable.
Dean’s had a cast on his leg for the past month courtesy of a poltergeist that
was less than pleased at the idea of being ganked by Sam’s big brother and Dad.
He’s still got another four weeks to go of plaster covering his leg and Sam’s
not sure that either of them will make it. Dean doesn’t take well to being
cooped up inside, no car—Her name’s Baby—to work on or girls to pick up. Sam’s
tried to convince Dean to sit on the steps outside or lean against the impala
and watch the stars on clear evenings but Dean always refuses.
Sam feels his dick stirring at the sight of Dean, bad leg resting against the
couch, the other hanging over the side. Dean’s sporting a black ACDC tee-shirt
and his favorite pair of worn olive green briefs. Even from the entry-way Sam
can make out the shape of his brother’s dick, soft but bulging slightly towards
the right.
Then he can’t help it, he has to get a hand on his own dick otherwise he might
combust with need. He’s halfway to the inside of his pants when his backpack
finally reaches the floor with a resounding thud. Dean awakens like the
apocalypse just knocked on their front door and Sam retracts his hand
immediately.
“Jesus, Sammy, give a man a warning before charging in will ya?” he grumbles,
clearly unhappy to be awake.
“Sorry, Dean, I didn’t mean to be so loud,” Sam swallows, turning slightly to
hide his now unzipped pants.
“Need anything, since I’m up, Dean?”
Dean scowls at the implication that he can’t move around by himself.
“Yeah, Sam. I need a fucking shower without this cast on, and my dick sucked.
Think you could manage that?” He throws out angrily.
Sam’s used to Dean’s pushing comments since he can’t move without crutches. He
knows it’s just displaced, like when he punches Dean after fight with Dad. Dean
always knows it wasn’t meant for him, not really.
Dean’s feeling exceptional tonight though, because he adds in afterwards “I’d
only ask for one out of two, but I know you like to get one-hundred percent on
everything, little bro. You can’t help but shove all those perfect report cards
in my face.”
Sam sighs; Dean can be just like Dad when he wants. He grabs the bottle of
oxycotin from the counter and a new bottle of water.
“Sorry about waking you up Dean,” he says sincerely, and then runs his hand
through Dean’s short hair. Dean leans into it, and Sam looks down at him in
surprise, but his brother’s got his eyes closed. His dark eyelashes stand out
against his pale skin. He runs his thumb down the side of Dean’s slightly
stubbled face, and refrains from tracing the creases in his lips.
“I’ve got some homework to do, Dean. Gotta keep those one-hundred’s, otherwise
who’s gonna tease me about ‘em” Sam says softly. “I’ll be just down the hall.
Holler if you need anything, Dean.”
Sam already knows that Dean won’t. He’s too proud.
Sam walks over to pick up his backpack and is halfway down the hall when he
hears Dean grumble “I need a beer and fucking blow job, Sammy. How many goddamn
times do I have to ask?”
 
Sam takes a break from studying world geography around five. He figures he has
a fifty-fifty chance that they skip town before the end of the term comes
around and he has to know all the countries on the African continent.
Sam wanders out to the kitchen and throws some water in a pot to make pasta.
Dean can’t stand for long enough to cook these days. It feels odd to be the one
taking care of Dean, making him dinner and cleaning up the dishes. Dean argues
that he ruins toast, and his idea of cleaning involves cockroaches doing the
work.
Sam lets his mind wander towards more pleasant thoughts of Dean. Usually he
thinks about Dean sucking him down in the backseat of the Impala, but tonight
he imagines what it would be like to give Dean head. To show his brother he’s
better than all the different girls in random diners. That he can truly take
care of Dean.
He finds himself in front of Dean who’s lying passed out on the couch, arms
crossed over his chest, legs still splayed. Sam’s filled with a sudden desire
to touch Dean like he’s thought about before, emboldened by Dean’s placid
state.
He starts by lightly touching the white skin at the bottom of Dean’s briefs,
watching for any signs of a return to consciousness. He moves up then, edging
towards the skin that forms the v-shape of his brother’s groin. The skin feels
soft, and Sam’s surprised to realize that Dean must trim his pubic hair.
He pulls down Dean’s shorts slowly, only the front half, until just Dean’s cock
and balls are exposed to the air. Sam thinks he can see them retract slightly
into Dean’s body at the touch of cold air.
“Don’t worry,” he says quietly to Dean’s dick, “I”ll make you feel better in
just a second.”
Sam looks up to make sure that Dean’s still sleeping, and weighs his options.
Dean’s cock is soft though, so he goes for taking in the whole organ at once.
It’s a little more awkward than he originally imagined, but he puts his tongue
flat against the underside of Dean’s dick, and gently maneuvers the rest into
his mouth.
He starts a gentle sucking rhythm combined with moving his tongue back and
forth over the nerves right underneath the head of Dean’s penis. Sam knows
Dean’ll be just as sensitive as him there. He feels Dean getting thicker,
longer, and surprisingly warmer within his mouth, and suddenly he feels as
confident as when he knows how to do all the problems on a math test. He made
Dean hard with his mouth. It’s not some girl, it’s Sam, Dean’s little brother
making him hard and horny.
Dean was right; Sam does like to master his subjects.
Sam licks at Dean’s slit, tasting his brother’s pre-come on his tongue for the
first time. He involuntarily moans around Dean’s cock at the taste, and then
Dean is pushing forward, shoving his cock down Sam’s throat.
Sam looks up as his eyes start to water, and he’s met with Dean’s confused
stare for a moment before he lifts the side of his mouth into a smirk, winks,
and grabs onto Sam’s head, forcing him further down onto Dean’s cock.
Sam’s working furiously with his tongue, trying to lick the veins and around
the head of Dean’s cock on the upstroke, until he gives up and lets Dean fuck
his mouth furiously. He feels Dean’s balls, warm and swollen, start to rub up
against his chin, and then he focuses all of his energy on Dean.
“Sam, fuck, I’m gonna come…Can I?”
Sam knows what Dean’s asking, but can’t reply with his mouth currently occupied
with Dean’s cock. He answers with an “mmhmmm” around Dean’s shaft and with a
few more brutal thrusts in, Dean’s coming into his mouth and down his throat.
Come isn’t particularly pleasant tasting, Sam thinks, but he swallows it
anyways. He’s been all in since he started this, back when Dean was unconscious
and didn’t have a say. It’s the least he can do.
He moves Dean’s green briefs back up to cover his dick, after it’s gone down a
little with a stern “Gentle, Sam, you’re handling Winchester family jewels
there.”
Sam doesn’t know how to do this. He didn’t think about having to talk to his
brother after sucking his dick. Luckily, Dean’s got it covered.
“You wining and dining me too, little bro, or were you just planning on taking
what you wanted?” his brother says in a relaxed tone. Sam did just give him
awesome head after all.
“I got water boiling for pasta right now, Dean. And you know the rules: no
booze until you’re off the drugs.”
Dean sighs, “How did I get stuck with a boy scout for a little brother?”
Sam throws the pasta in, grabs a beer, then moves back to curl his oversized,
lanky body in between Dean’s legs.
“Just one, Dean. And you’re sharing it with me.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
And just like that its back to normal, until dinner’s done, and Sam’s the one
smirking this time with his hand on Dean’s cock for the second time in a day.
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