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works/192252.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Collections:
      Sinful_Desire
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-02-07 Words: 1124
****** Untitled Wincest ******
by clex_monkie89
Summary
     Complete porn. No plot at all.
There was this one time in Blue Earth, at St. Luke's, that Catholic school in
Red Lake Falls that all the kids got bussed to.
It was winter, cold in the single digits. Sam and Dean spent the whole three
and a half hour bus ride under a blanket in the very back of the bus.
No one, of course, paid them any attention because everyone else on the bus was
snuggled under blankets too, it was just common sense.
Sam and Dean though, they didn't sleep those three and a half hours on the bus,
no.
Sam's eyes were squeezed tight and his face was buried in the side of Dean's
neck, his pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed down just enough for Dean
to reach behind and tease at Sam's hole.
The same thing would happen every few minutes, Dean would rub and press and
push and tease then pull his hand out and "yawn" big, licking his finger just
enough to get Sam to jump and whimper when his hand went back to teasing.
It was more than two hours of teasing before Dean ever even touched Sam's dick.
When he finally did all it took was two quick tugs and Sam was coming, spurting
over the sleeve of Dean's jacket and grunting into Dean's neck.
When Sam's body started to respond again, started to listen to his brain's
orders, the first thing he did was reach for Dean's cock.
Before he could get the zipper down though Dean's hands were around his wrists,
pulling them away and pushing him towards the window.
"Please," Sam whispered, mindful that they were only three rows from the next
set of occupied seats. "Please let me, Dean. I'll make you feel good, promise."
Sam planted wet, open-mouthed kisses on Dean's neck burrowing closer and trying
to slip his hands from Dean’s grip.
"Sammy, Sammy, no. You get carried away, not right now, Sammy. Later."
"No, Dean, now, please, now."
"Later," Dean said firmly. "I promise, okay, Sammy? I promise, later."
Sam survived the next hour and a half on the bus with his sanity intact by
thinking of all the things he was going to do to Dean later.
-
Later came at one-fifteen.
There was an assembly on Safe Sex or Abortions or the Evils of Science or
something and the whole school had to attend.
Sam slipped away from his class and pushed his way through the mob until he
found Dean and his class. It was ridiculously easy to grab Dean by the arm and
pull him away, despite him having been right in front of Sister Josephine.
Sam dragged Dean through the maze of nuns, priests, and students, through a
door, down a hallway, through another door and into what looked like a large
empty room.
Before Dean's brain realized where they were, or form any coherent protest, Sam
was on his knees and mouthing Dean's cock through his pants.
"Jesus Christ!" Dean's head hit the wall with a hollow thunk.
Sam pulled back just long enough to shush Dean before his mouth went back to
work. His hands followed suit a moment later, tugging blindly at Dean's belt
and trying to pull his pants down.
"You, you gotta, mmmGod Sammy, the button." Dean's hands planted themselves on
the back of Sam's head, pushing him down and urging him on.
Sammy leaned back on his knees just enough to watch as he undid the button and
lowered the zipper.
Dean's hands pushed at Sam's head insistently as Sam's mouth greedily attached
itself back to Dean's underwear-covered dick.
Sam was pulling double-duty, licking and sucking greedily at his brother's cock
as his hands stroked and rubbed and kneaded, thumbs sliding between the cloth
and skin as Sam teased with light, fleeting touches.
"Fuck, Sammy, yeah, you're fucking drooling for it ain't you? You want my cock,
wanna taste my cock?" Sam moaned right up against Dean and pulled off, resting
his head against Dean's stomach for a second before saying;
"Sh, Dean. They'll hear you."
It said something about Dean that it only took him a few seconds for that to
register in his brain.
"Who," Dean panted out stroking the back of Sam's head as Sam nuzzled Dean's
cock again.
"Everyone," Sam said before reaching out and taking a handful of the wall and
shaking it.
The dark curtain Dean didn't realize he was leaning against shook and rippled
the length of the room and a spike of lust or fear or something hit Dean as he
realized Sam didn't drag them into a room.
Sam dragged them behind the fucking curtain. On the stage. In the middle of the
auditorium. Probably twenty feet from a row of nuns and thirty feet from every
other person who went to St. Luke's.
"Jesus Christ, Sammy, you kinky ba--unh!" Dean ability to finish that sentence
left the second Sam yanked down Dean's jockeys and sucked in the head of his
dick.
Dean knew there was no way he was going to be able to last long, he'd been
battling blue balls all day and the knowledge that Sammy, HIS Sammy eagerly was
sucking him off nearly in public was too much.
He tried to say something, to warn Sam but he was too far gone and the best he
could do was force Sam's mouth down further on his cock.
Sam bobbed down one last time as far as he could take Dean before pulling off,
fist still wrapped around Dean, pumping him and panting, "my face, on my face
Dean, please, come on me."
With a knee-buckling groan and an amazing-timed applause from the other side of
the curtain, Dean came in thick stripes over Sam's face.
Sam opened his mouth to catch some of the come for himself and the hand in his
hair tightened and yanked back exposing his neck. Dean rubbed his softening
cock along Sam's neck, painting it and his jaw with wet stripes.
"Fuck, Sammy... Y'plan this," Dean's voice slurred as his brain started to shut
down.
"Had to improvise. I was gonna lick you, y'know, down there, but there wasn't
anything to bend you over back here."
A strangled noise crawled its way out of the back of Dean’s throat and he slid
down the wall until he was more or less eye-level with Sam.
"Fuck, Sammy," Dean whispered, dragging a thumb through the come on Sam's lower
lip. "What am I going to do with you?" Sam's tongue poked out of his mouth and
swiped across his lower lip. Sam made a show of sucking in his lower lip and
then swallowing, humming in appreciation.
Jesus fuck.
"I'll show you when we get home."
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