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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Guilt, Substitution, Anal_Fingering, Blow_Jobs, First
      Time, Pre-Series, Underage_Sex, Ficlet
  Series:
      Part 8 of Every_Broken_Thing
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-09-11 Words: 489
****** This One Time... ******
by poisontaster
Summary
     Dean knows he can't have his brother. This is something he can have.
Dean doesn't remember the guy's name, thinks it's like Brian or Bill or some
shit like that, but he knows the guy's got a mouth like wet, hot sin and he's
not Sammy, which means this is okay. It's okay to have his cock shoved down
this guy's throat, okay to like it, to moan out his pleasure, hands fisted in
hair that's nothing like Sam's.
The guy pushes Dean's legs further apart and Dean just goes with it, trying to
put the guy's face together in his mind, already faded. Then suddenly there's a
touch at his asshole, light and caressing. Dean jerks and the guy's thumb
soothes against Dean's collarbone. He pulls off and says briefly, "Relax,"
before swallowing Dean down so fast, so good Dean almost comes right then.
Fuck.
The finger goes around and around him, until Dean can practically feel the
nerves sing, feel himself open, trying to take it in. The guy hums and Dean
lets go of his hair to grope for the truck bed's edge, afraid he'll yank dude's
hair out by the roots if he keeps on. As if that was the signal he was waiting
for, the guy—Brian or Bill or maybe Bob—shoves in deep.
Dean grunts and arches and he hears BrianBillBob choke a little before he backs
up some to lick and play with the head of Dean's cock. Dean's whimpering in his
throat in the effort to not holler loud enough for everyone in the county to
know and that finger's steady working in him, pain and pleasure both until it
crooks just that way and Dean doesn't even have any warning; it's like a button
that goes straight to the floodgates in his dick.
Dean doesn't even try to hold back the yelp that time, shooting harder than he
ever has in his natural life until it feels like his eyeballs are going to melt
out his cock. Dude keeps sucking and thrusting that finger until Dean's soft
and boneless and making soft pleading noises he'd cut out his heart before he'd
ever admit to.
Oh God, he thinks, shifting and whining as BrianBillBob's finger makes its slow
withdrawal, Dean's ass clinging to it the whole way. BrianBillBob leans over
the side of the truck and spits, white and gleaming in the dark, then sidles
his way up Dean's body to plaster his lips over Dean's open mouth. Dean tastes
his own come and the last of the Jack Daniels and they both burn. Oh God.
"See, I told you I was good," BrianBillBob says with quiet, sly pride when he
pulls back. Dean's no welcher; he feels about halfway to dead with tingling
aftershock, but he fumbles with the other guy's belt and zipper, reaching for
him.
"Yeah," Dean says, automatic, his mind already somewhere else, on someone else.
"Amazing."
Sam, he thinks. Sammy would like that. Sammy would fucking love it.
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