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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:
      Weecest, Wincest_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-31 Words: 2327
****** The Ring of Fire ******
by papyrus4sirus
Summary
     It starts with a drive-in movie. (Basically porn and PWP?)
Notes
     This story is based off the gif-set posted on tumblr by Jennycockles
     and also based off the Johnny Cash song “Ring of Fire.”
There was a moment when Dean’s feelings shifted. It was hard to pinpoint when.
But it was bad, and it had him falling in a downward spiral. It was unsettling
when he realized every good intention directed towards his little brother had
an ulterior motive. He tried not to give it much thought, loathe as he was to
acknowledge his darker half.
“Hey, Sammy,” he approached his brother one afternoon, feeling pretty smug with
himself. Sam didn’t look up but continued to do his homework, “Guess who has
two tickets to the midnight showing of Jumanji down at the drive-in?”
That got his attention. Sam looked up and a smile cracked across his face, “No
way! Really, Dean?”
“Of course, I know you’ve been goin’ on about it.” Dean smiled brightly and sat
next to his brother, holding the tickets in front of his face. Sam plucked them
out of the air and said a quiet “thank you”.
Jump ahead six hours and Dean is feeling antsy. They’re settling into the
impala, about to make their way to the drive-in. Sam has been extra chatty
since Dean procured the tickets this afternoon. It’s a pleasant change from how
moody Sam has been lately; Dean can’t help but beam in the driver’s seat,
knowing that it was he who made his kid brothers day. Dean figured the
grumpiness had to do with the long absence of their father who was currently on
a hunt. Dean is also annoyed with their dad for denying Dean the opportunity to
join him. He’s been 19 for a month now and he’s handled worse; but irritation
aside, Dean can’t help but be glad to have a respite from his dad since it
means time alone with Sammy.
Once there, Sam jumps out of the car to get pop-corn and Dean affixes the
speakers to the impala. He’s always loved drive-ins and so has Sam, but as the
years go by he’s noticed they’re becoming more and more obsolete. It’s best to
make memories while he can.
Sam has slid back into the car and the grin on his face is worth everything.
The fire that’s been burning Dean ignites with a new intensity. He can’t help
himself. He slings an arm around Sam’s shoulders and pulls him closer.
“Hand over the popcorn, kiddo.”
“Not a kid, Dean.” Sam reminds with a note of exasperation in his voice. He
sets the large bin of popcorn in Dean’s lap who quickly grabs a handful. Sam is
still very much a kid; he won’t be 15 for another three months.
“Yeah, whatever.” Dean says through a mouthful. The small body pressed to his
side is proof enough that Sam is a kid. Well, teenager to be fair, but Dean
doesn’t think about that. When the movie is about to begin Sam pulls out of
Deans grip to get closer to the dash, and Dean lets go reluctantly.
Dean finds himself watching Sam more than the movie, watching as expressions
crowd in on Sam’s features, altering them in different and familiar ways. He’s
bound to this kid, would give him the fucking world, his beautiful brother who
looks up to him and relies on him. It’s moments like this where Dean knows he’s
in the wrong, feels the weight of it like mortar and stone. But then there’s
the fire which overrides the moral consequences, the one that’s been eating him
up and making him scheme in ways he shouldn’t. He’s burning with a perverse
love and he wonders how Sammy feels, if Sammy could love him the same, all
wrong and right. He finds himself reaching out to Sam again, clamping a hand
against the back of his brother’s neck and rubbing there. Sam looks over
briefly and smiles before returning his attention to the film. It was an
instant, a brief exchange of pupils and smiles but Dean feels momentarily
sated, it’s the best reprieve he can get these days.
When they get back home Sam is talking about the movie still and asking Dean
what his favorite parts were. Dean finds the conversation a little difficult
since he was preoccupied most the film, but is able to participate none the
less.
“The crocodiles were pretty cool.” Dean finds himself agreeing.
As they’re in the bedroom getting ready to turn in for the night, Sam walks up
to Dean and says:
“Thanks, Dean, this has been great.” And he hugs him tightly, arms wrapping
around Deans middle and Face buried in his chest. It takes Dean’s breath. He
returns the embrace and doesn’t let go. Dean is falling deeper into the flames.
“Sammy.” He says softly.
Sam is silent.
“Sammy.” He says again, imploring his brother to understand what he’s going
through without actually having to say a damn word. He looks down at where Sam
is hugging him and Sam looks up to meet his eyes. They stare at each other for
a few seconds. Their unspoken words cloud the air. A thousand understandings
and none have passed through their eyes. Dean feels reckless and the fire
burns. Before rationality kicks in, he’s claiming Sam’s mouth with his own.
Sam isn’t even momentarily stunned, he just kisses back eagerly; mouth and
tongue fumbling in the way Dean hoped it would. Sam’s lack of experience goes
straight to Dean’s dick and he wants his brother so bad it should make him sick
to his stomach.
Dean lets go of Sam but doesn’t break contact from his mouth. He’s shedding his
coat and wondering why the hell he’s letting any of this happen. He quickly
remembers he’s actively been pursuing this moment for months, maybe longer. He
can’t pin down that dark, scalding change in his affections.
Dean breaks the kiss.
He stares at Sam while he removes his own shirt. Sam’s eyes grow wide as they
study Dean’s bare chest. Dean waits patiently. Sam drags his eyes back up and
then he slowly takes off his own shirt, getting with the program. Dean smiles
and saunters closer. He reaches down and begins unbuttoning Sam’s pants and
easing the fly down. Sam goes rigid but doesn’t protest. His breathing has
quickened and he stutters Dean’s name. Once he has Sam free of clothing, he
wastes no time in effortlessly pulling Sam onto his lap so that Sam is
straddling him.
“Dean!” Sam whines. It irks him to be picked up so easily. It serves as a
reminder of his age and size difference, which is the very reason Dean likes to
pick him up. All those differences should make Dean feel guilty, but they
don’t; if anything, they all mix together in a flavor that compliments the
situation. This moment is perfect. Sam will get taller and bigger one day, but
right now Dean loves him just the way he is.
Dean hushes him.
“You’re perfect, Sammy.” Dean whispers against Sam’s mouth, looks into his
eyes. Sam can’t breathe. Dean grabs hold of Sam’s ass, forces their groins
together. Dean guides their hips in a heated rhythm, still making eye contact
which Sam falters at, preferring instead to hide his face in Dean’s neck.
“Kiss me again, Sammy.”
Sam leans back and looks at his brother, arms slung awkwardly around Dean’s
neck.
“You really think I’m perfect? Nobody’s perfect, Dean.”
“Nobody but you.”
Sam rolls his eyes. It sounds corny as hell, Dean has to admit. But it’s the
god’s honest truth.
Dean moves his hands up to rest on either side of Sam’s face. His hands look
big in comparison. His thumbs rub along Sam’s cheek bones. Since Dean sucks at
communicating his affection, maybe his actions will make Sam understand. He
leans in and presses his lips tenderly against his brothers. Sam slowly opens
up and their tongues dual, experiment and play in each other’s mouths. Dean
feels that wild desire building in him. They’re kissing more deeply and
grinding more roughly when Sam breaks away.
“Your jeans hurt.”
Dean offers an apology then stands up and plops Sam down onto the bed. He
shucks his jeans and boxers in record time and slithers across Sam’s body. He
can tell Sam has taken an interest in his cock, and he smirks when Sam reaches
out timidly. Dean takes hold of Sam’s hand and rests it on his dick. Together,
Dean moves their hands back and forth along his shaft, watching as Sam bites
his bottom lip. Their shared embrace on his cock feels amazing, but he wants to
focus on Sammy, wants to consume every bit of him. He pulls their hands off and
instead goes to work on kissing along Sam’s small chest and pink nipples.
He takes his time and swirls his tongue along the dips and planes of Sam’s
body, feeling the heat rise from his kid brother’s flesh. As he draws nearer to
Sam’s groin he pauses and looks up.
“Can I?”
Sam looks simultaneously older and younger; and for a fleeting moment Dean’s
sure he should run away and leave the kid alone. But it’s only fleeting.
“Yes.” Sam sounds determined and Dean is grateful because he’s not sure he
could stop. He maneuvers each of Sam’s legs so that they rest up and over his
shoulders as he sucks Sam’s cock. He feels the quiver of Sam’s thighs along his
face and bobs his head faster in acknowledgment. Dean keeps a steady pace,
alternates his hand and his mouth. Sam grows extra fidgety.
“Dean, I’m gonna come.” He warns in a shaky breath after hardly any time has
passed. His small fists are clenching the bedspread. Dean seals his lips tight
around Sammy’s shaft and sucks hard. Come splatters against his throat and he
swallows it easily. Sam is twitching and panting below him, saying Deans name
repetitively. Dean pushes Sam’s legs gently from him and raises up to place a
kiss on Sam’s forehead.
“You okay baby boy?”
“Yeah…I’m good.” He smiles sort of lazily up at Dean, and in that moment he
feels tension unraveling from his body; knows this is okay, even if it still
really isn’t, because at least Sam is okay.
Dean’s cock is heavy and leaking. He’s surprised he hasn’t shot his load
already. He lies down beside Sam and runs a hand along Sam’s stomach.
“Are you up for more, Sammy?” Dean’s certain he’s being selfish at this point,
but he can’t deny how badly he wants to ride his baby brother. The thoughts and
words in his mind all sound deliciously wrong.
“Yeah, Dean. I want you.” and there’s no mistaking the quiet sincerity in his
voice. Dean kisses him roughly on the mouth and pulls Sam’s back to his chest
so they’re lying on their sides.
“It’s gonna hurt at first, but it’ll get better.” Dean says gently, nuzzling
his nose against Sam’s neck.
“Yeah I sorta figured.” Sam huffs.
Dean smirks and ruffles Sam’s hair; a gesture he knows will cause further
irritation.
Dean reaches down and gently touches Sam’s hole. He plays with it, grazes over
the ring of tissue and observes as Sam’s mouth parts slightly. He inserts one
spit-slick finger slowly and feels the muscles contracting around him. Sam’s
eyes flutter and close, so he adds another finger. He gradually picks up the
pace and strokes his two fingers in and out while Sam moans. Dean is growing
impatient and needy. He removes his fingers and instead spits into his hand
once, and then twice for good measure. He works the saliva over his cock and
against Sam’s ass. Dean’s left arm is wrapped around Sam’s chest and he uses
his right hand to grab hold of the crook of Sam’s knee to raise his leg for
easier access. Dean pushes closer against his body and rests his dick at Sam’s
entrance.
“You ready?” He asks.
Sam nods.
He pushes in slowly, holding firmly onto Sam’s chest for leverage while lifting
Sam’s leg higher. Dean studies Sam’s profile as he drives deeper into him. His
brows are knit tight and his mouth is drawn in a thin line. When Dean has made
it all the way in he kisses Sammy’s temple and whispers words of encouragement.
He starts slow, as slow as he can but it doesn’t last. The desire of it all and
Sam’s extra tight ass are making him burn from the inside out. He pumps quicker
into Sam. He alternates his focus from Sam’s face to his cock, which is slowly
growing hard again, he watches as it bounces against Sam’s stomach with each
thrust.
“You’re perfect, Sammy.” Dean says again.
Dean’s pounding hard into Sam’s ass. He’s close to coming. Sam is groaning,
whether from pain or pleasure, Dean isn’t sure. With one last keen thrust into
Sam, he spills his come and calls out Sam’s name. He pulls out of his brother
and lowers his leg, but he keeps Sam held firmly to his chest. He runs his free
hand through Sam’s sweat soaked bangs.
“You’re still hard baby boy; I’ll take care of you.” He removes his hand from
Sam’s brow and wraps it around his cock.
“Is that good, Sammy?”
Sam replies with a strangled, “yes.”
“How good?” Dean slows the pace, stops altogether and waits for a response.
“Really good, don’t stop!” Sam sounds frantic.
Dean grins, and after four pumps Sam’s coming over his hand, his body trembling
against Dean’s chest.
Dean takes the hand that’s covered in his brother’s semen and laces his fingers
with Sam’s. The spunk squishes against their palms and Sam gripes about it.
“That’s gross.”
Dean chuckles and kisses Sam’s shoulder. They should get washed up, but Dean
isn’t willing to move. He nestles closer to Sam, watching his breathing ease
and steady. Dean feels the fire still burning, knows the flames belong to Sam.
But it's a sweet ache and he’s happy to keep falling and burning forever
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