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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Original_Female_Character
      (s)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, OFC
  Additional Tags:
      Weecest, brief_Dean/OMF, non-graphic_het, Rimming, First_Time, First
      Kiss, Fingerfucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-25 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 8190
****** Why Didn't You Just Ask? ******
by proserpine_1982
Summary
     Sam walks in on Dean doing something for adults only. Now Sam wants
     Dean to do it with him.
Notes
     This was my first try at weecest/extreme underage. Sam's 10 in the
     first chapter and then 13 in the second. It's very un-realistic and I
     don't like it that much myself but I'm still posting, hoping someone
     will appriciate it anyway.
     This contains a very brief non-graphic encounter between Dean and
     OFC.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Dean!?!"
Sam slammed the door after him, quickly throwing off his backpack and hurrying
up the stairs. It had been a really, really good day at school, despite being a
little sad that Dean had to stay home because he was ill.
They always walked to school together, but the new school wasn’t very far from
their small rented house. They had been in this town a month now, of which John
had been with them about 5 days of that time.
Sam was happy to stay alone with Dean. He would let Sam do a lot more things
than their dad and Dean was always fun to be around.
Sam almost tripped running up the stairs. His teacher had given him a
ridiculously good grade for his essay and praised his writing, spelling and
grammar skills in the comment she had written under the A+. Sam was more than
eager to share his happiness with his big brother.
When he reached the door to his and Dean’s room, the door was closed. He
grabbed the handle and finding the door was locked, he frowned. Dean never
locked the door.
"Dean, open up!" He banged his little fist against the door. No answer.
"Dean!?!" Sam laid his ear against the door. What was Dean doing?
"Oh, shit..." Dean’s muffled voice reached Sam’s ear.
Huh? Sam heard a chuckle. Not Dean’s voice. A girl’s voice. What was Dean doing
in there?
"Dean, what are you doing?” Sam wanted this stupid door open, right NOW! He
started banging and kicking the door frantically, yelling Dean’s name.
"Sammy, five minutes, goddamnit!"
Sam froze. Dean NEVER swore at him. Never. He stopped trying to knock the door
down.
He put his ear against the door again. He couldn’t hear anything at first - but
then suddenly - panting.
Dean’s heavy breathing reached Sam’s ear. It sounded like he was working out or
something. Sam was confused, but before he could think everything over Dean
started moaning. Sam’s eyes widened and he felt his face getting warm. He knew
he was blushing up to his ears and that the back of his neck was glowing dark
red. The sound of Dean moaning like that went straight to his cock, and he felt
it twitch.
Oh my God, what WAS Dean doing?
Sam considered touching himself, but before he could even move his hand
something happened behind the door.
Dean screamed out, but not like the time he got stabbed in the thigh by that
evil-spirit-witch-thing. His scream made Sam cream himself right there - and
Sam had never heard anything as beautiful as that sound.
Then everything went quiet. The only sound was Sam panting. Trying to wipe the
sweat of his face he stumbled back and his back hit the wall. He just stood
there, eyes closed, trying to find out what had just happened. He had no idea
how long he stayed like that when suddenly, the door opened.
Sam looked up. In the door stood a girl - or correction - a woman. ‘Cause this
'girl' was at least in her mid/late twenties. Sam froze. He wanted to look
away, hell even run, but all he could do was look the woman straight in the
eye. She was taller than him, but that wasn’t saying a lot, he was only 10
after all. Her eyes were dark - almost black - but not in a demony kind of way.
Her skin was fair, her cheeks holding a light pinkish flush.
She had full lips and long dark hair. Sam could see that this woman would be
considered beautiful, but there was something cold about her eyes, and despite
all of her womanly curves she looked hard, tough and not at all like she was a
caring sort of person. Something about this woman made Sam think of their dad.
The woman tilted her head slightly, raising her eyebrows a bit and smirked at
him. She looked at his face first, and then her eyes trailed down, stopping at
the wet spot at the front of his pants.
Sam’s heart was beating so fast he was afraid it would jump right out of him.
He was embarrassed, and something about her made him feel very, very small and
kind of scared too.
"Huh," her voice was hard and cold, but for some reason he felt a bit more
relaxed when he heard it. It reminded him of the way Dean would talk when he
wanted to hide his real feelings.
"You don’t look old enough for that to work." She made a small nod at his
crotch.
"Leave him alone." Dean was at the door now.
Walking around the woman, he put his arm around Sam’s shoulder protectively and
pulled Sam towards him.
Sam looked up at Dean’s face. Dean’s eyes were locked with the woman’s. He
didn’t look angry or anything like that. He mostly looked a bit tired, but his
eyes weren’t hard. They were soft, full of something Dean usually saved for
Sam. Sam had only ever seen that look when Dean looked at him. Sam wanted to
punch the bitch in the face.
The woman looked at Sam. He saw how her lips almost pulled into a small grin
when he faced her, his eyes fierce, full of jealousy and hate. He wrapped his
arms possessively around Dean’s waist. He’s Mine!
Her eyes locked with Dean’s again.
"Thanks, Dean. You’re real lovely. See ya around kid."
Sam wanted to scream 'No you won’t see him around' but the softness in her
voice stopped him. He would never have thought that woman was capable of that
kind of affection.
She started walking towards the stairs, but stopped and looked over her
shoulder. Her eyes caught Sam’s.
"You treat him good now." The way she raised her eyebrows, underlining her
words were almost threatening.
"See ya, Carly" Dean’s voice was still soft, but Sam could tell his big brother
told the woman to go.
She didn’t answer - her face showing no emotions, - and she walked down the
stairs and out of the house. Sam didn’t realise he had been holding his breath
until he took a deep breath when he heard the door close.
***
They were laying on the couch in the small living room downstairs, watching
some movie. Sam had been too confused and embarrassed to ask Dean about the
weirdness of the afternoon and Dean hadn’t said anything himself. They had
talked about Sam’s success at school and Dean had ordered a pizza to celebrate.
Now they were spooning on the couch, stomachs full, Dean’s arm wrapped around
Sam’s waist. Sam could feel his body twitching with eagerness to get an
explanation of what had happened earlier. He was still confused.
He didn’t know who that strange woman was and he felt almost certain though
that Dean’s screaming and his own release was very much connected.
"Dean," Sam could hear how small his own voice was.
He started squirming to move around and face Dean, Dean letting him as he leant
in and kissed Sam’s forehead.
"Yeah?" He looked down at Sam. The exact expression Sam - until this afternoon
– always thought to be reserved for him only.
"Who was that woman?"
Dean cleared his throat and looked away. Sam tried to read his face but got
nothing.
"Don’t worry about her." He kissed Sam again. This time on his hair.
"What were you doing with her?"
This time Sam got a reaction. Dean almost smirked, before gaining control of
his face again. He cleared his throat again.
"Grown up stuff." Sam squeezed his eyes together. That was no answer.
"You’re fourteen Dean. You’re not a grown up."
This was bullshit. Dean was NOT a grown up. Dad told Dean all the time to stay
home with Sam, cause some hunts were too dangerous for kids. Kids - meaning
Dean therefore was NOT a grown up. The woman though - undoubtedly a grown up.
"Sammy, please. Just drop it, dude."
Sam gave Dean the are-you-stupid look. Dean exhaled sharply. He rolled his
eyes.
"Sam, listen." He cleared his throat for the third time.
"I...I...The thing is..." He trailed off.
Sam could see Dean was looking for a different strategy.
"You had to change your pants after the..erm..er..you know. Right?"
Sam’s face was dark red again. They weren’t supposed to talk about him. But he
felt a small satisfaction in knowing he had been right to assume, that his own
incident was related to Dean’s beautiful scream.
He nodded.
"Okay, so you know what happened with you, or.....or was that something that
was a first time?"
Dean was blushing too now. Sam put his little hand against Dean’s cheek and
felt the heat of his brother’s blush against his palm. Dean’s skin was so soft.
Sam wasn’t sure that starting this conversation had been such a brilliant idea.
"You can tell me, I won’t laugh. Promise." Dean’s eyes sought Sam’s.
God, Dean’s eyes were so green. They looked like these emeralds Sam had seen a
picture of in school.
"Wasn’t first." Sam mumbled. He looked down and let his fingers play with the
necklace he gave Dean for Christmas one year.
Dean’s hand palmed his face. His hands were a bit rough, but his touch was soft
and gentle. Sam couldn’t help himself when he leant his face into Dean’s
caress.
Dean was smiling.
"So you know that it feels really great to...you know.."
Sam nodded again.
"Well, it feels a lot better if you’re not alone, you know."
Something in the tone of Dean’s voice made Sam’s heart crumble up in pain. He
felt tears starting to fill up his eyes and he swallowed a sob.
"Sammy, you okay? What’s wrong?"
Sam wanted to punch and kick Dean. He wanted to hurt him, scream at him. Make
him promise never to do THAT with anyone ever again. Sam only wanted Dean to be
close to him. It had always just been the two of them and Sam wanted things to
stay that way forever. He certainly didn’t want to share Dean with that awful
woman. Carly - what stupid kind of name was that anyway?
"Why would you do that with that woman?" Sam was crying now. He didn’t want to.
He was embarrassed, but he was 10 years old - he couldn’t help it. Dean looked
at him, puzzled, and pulled Sam against his body, holding him tight.
"Shh, Sammy. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I just wanted to try it Sam. She’s not
gonna be my girlfriend or anything."
Sam nuzzled his wet face in the crook of Dean’s neck.
Why couldn’t Dean have tried it with him? What was wrong with him since Dean
hadn’t turned towards Sam? Sam couldn’t remember not turning to Dean with
everything and he so desperately wanted Dean to do the same.
"Why didn’t you just ask me?"
It really hadn’t been Sam’s intention to say it out loud. It was just that he
was so frustrated right now. He felt crushed that Dean would think there was
something Sam wouldn’t do for him.
***
If Dean hadn´t been concerned before, he definitely was now. This had got to be
the stupidest thing he had ever heard - or maybe the most arousing? Probably
both.
It wasn´t like he hadn´t thought about how nice it would be to do that with
Sam. But he had made a promise to himself never to act on it. That would be
wrong, not to mention sick. And yet he just knew how much he wanted to.
Dean didn´t know what to say. How could he explain the wrongness of this to
Sam, when he really felt that it would be the most wonderful thing in the whole
world?
"Sam, you´re not really old enough for that." Dean crumbled.
Yeah, real good answer. Now Sam would think that when he WAS old enough it
would be okay. Why did he say that?
"You don´t know that!" Sam said indignant. God, that kid could be real stubborn
sometimes.
"Trust me, I know Sammy. And we´re brothers. Brothers don´t do that!" That
would work right? Sam would understand that - right?
"We do a lot of things 'brothers' don´t do Dean." Okay, so that didn´t work
either. He could tell by Sam´s bitch face (where did he learn that?), that Sam
wouldn´t buy it.
Dean tried to get a hold of his thoughts. They all seemed to be focusing on
Sam´s lips right now. Like how they would feel against his own, against his
skin. On his cock.
Jesus, that was a sin if ever there was one. That was probably the worst of all
sins. He just knew that hell was waiting for him now.
Then a thought struck him. He suddenly remembered reading in a book something
about boys jerking off together.
The book had said that boys doing that was quite common. As a matter of fact,
totally normal.
Okay, so Dean knew he probably thought about this book, just to have an excuse
to...whatever.... But that didn´t make what the book said less true. If it´s in
a book, it´s bound to be true - right?
"Well, actually I read in this book once..." Dean trailed off. He doesn´t know
how to end the sentence. How to make it seem like this would be okay.
"Yeah?"
Sam looks up at him through his shaggy bangs. His voice all grown up, deep and
raspy. Dean feels like he has been struck by lightning. Sam´s eyes are blown.
He has stopped crying. He licks his lips, letting Dean see that little pink
tongue of his. Sam´s lips are wet now. He looks so excited and so unbelievably
hot.
Dean has never seen Sam like that before. Never knew he could look like that.
God, kill me now.
Sam pressed his small body against his, never taking his eyes of Dean´s,
running his hands curiously down Dean´s chest.
"Sammy..." Dean feels like something is choking him - and not in a bad way. He
wants to stop Sam - he is trying to find a reason to stop Sam - when suddenly
Sam pinches his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, through Dean´s shirt.
"Nnggghh, Sammy...Ohhh." And that went straight to his cock. Oh yeah! He can
hear himself as his breath gets heavy. He wants more!
"That feel good?"
Something in Sam´s voice makes Dean a little nervous. Okay, very nervous. Sam
has gone into full on seduction mode. God, he´s 10! He shouldn´t know what
'seduction' means! But clearly Sam knows all about it.
Sam licks his lips again. Not releasing Dean´s nipple, he leans in and presses
his little purdy mouth against Dean´s.
Dean can´t do anything but kiss him back. This is the dirtiest thing he´s ever
done, and he'd done a whole bunch of dirty things just this afternoon.
Dean licks Sam´s lips, gently persuading Sam to let him in. He can tell Sam
really doesn´t know a damn thing about kissing. Luckily Dean does. Though he is
only 14, kissing is something he´s been doing for years. He was out real early
- so what?
Sam doesn´t take a lot of persuading though and he opens up for Dean, letting
Dean's tongue discover Sam´s hot, wet mouth - licking, swirling, tasting,
taking - everything Sam has to offer. Damn, that kiss tastes good, like sweet
and innocence wrapped together. Dean hasn´t tasted 'innocent' ever - all the
girls he´s ever done anything with had always been a couple of years older than
him - some a lot older.
Sam´s mouth is untouched and this turns Dean on like nothing ever has before.
Dean sucks on Sam´s tongue, making their kiss harder, more lustful, more sinful
– if that's possible. Sam moans into his mouth, gasping, whimpering. Sounds
that makes Dean grind his crotch against Sam´s.
"Mmmm...Mmmm...Ahhh...Ohhh...Mmmm." God, was there ever anything more beautiful
than making Sam sound like that?
Dean can feel Sam is hard. He is panting real hard now, dry humping Dean with
desperate, needy grinds. If Sam doesn't´t stop that now this is going to be
over real soon.
"Sammy..." Dean releases Sam´s mouth and almost creams himself at Sam's
moaning.
"Mmmm...Nnngghh.." and tries to latch himself onto Dean´s lips again.
Sam keeps rubbing Dean´s nipple, pushing his crotch against his.
Dean grips a hold of Sam´s hips, forcing him to stop.
"Take your clothes off for me Sammy."
Sam´s hazel eyes widen and he jumps up, pulling at all of his clothes at the
same time , desperately trying to get them off as quickly as possible.
If this moment hadn´t been the most arousing moment in Dean´s life, he would
have laughed. Instead he stops Sam, locking his eyes with his, and pulls Sam´s
shirt over his head. Sam lets him, biting down on his lower lip, flushing. Dean
kisses his chest, gently laying butterfly kisses all over. Sam strokes his
hands through Dean´s hair, caressing his neck, sliding one hand down into the
neck of his shirt.
Dean starts working on Sam´s pants, popping the button and pulling down the
zipper, letting the jeans slide down Sam´s slender thighs and calves. He pokes
the tip of his tongue out, flicking it across Sam´s right nipple.
"God, Dean...yes...please...I..I..God.." That was all the encouragement Dean
needed as he latches onto it - sucking hard - but soft enough not to bruise,
feeling how the little pink button hardens against his tongue.
Sam is gasping, telling Dean not to stop - his whole body trembling and
twitching - and when Dean pulls of his small boyish boxers, now working Sam´s
other nipple, he is babbling through his heavy breaths.
"Dean...Dean..want you...yours..mmmm...Dean....ohhh...
God..Jesus..Dean.."
Dean knows it's so wrong listening to his brother when he is in this state. So
wrong knowing that he is the one making him say all these things. Yet he just
knows that he wants to hear him say them forever – and only to him. That he
would die if he were to stop making Sam feel this way. That no one will ever be
able to satisfy him again but Sam.
Dean wraps his hand around Sam´s cock. It´s so hard, dark red, leaking. Sam´s
legs start to shake and Dean pulls his hand away.
"No Dean...no...please..Dean"
"Lay down for me Sammy. Come lay with me."
Dean takes his own shirt off quickly and manages to get out of his pants too
before Sam is laying up against him.
"What do you want Sammy? Anything for you baby. Just tell me."
"I want everything Dean. Everything."
Dean can´t do that. He knows he said anything, but still... Sam doesn't´t
really know what he is asking, and Dean sure as hell knows that fucking your
baby brother isn´t very responsible. And that is putting it very, very lightly!
Dean´s clever enough though. He knows Sam, and he knows Sam would take it as a
very personal insult if Dean tells him no. He also knows that he is not going
to do it! He can´t, he won't. No matter how much the bare thought of it turns
him the hell on, he won't.
Still, that doesn´t mean this has to end now. Doesn´t mean he can´t do the next
best thing - or things. Plural!
Smirking he looks down at his hand - looks at his fingers - oh, this is gonna
be good!
Wrapping his hand around Sam´s cock again, he strokes him, making his grip ease
as he goes down, tightening it on the up strokes.
Sam latches back onto his mouth, sucking Dean´s bottom lip into his mouth, and
works it like he was feeding from it. He keeps moaning, keening, whimpering and
his fingers are back onto Dean´s nipples.
When Sam pulls back, Dean stops jerking his cock.
"What Sammy? You wanna stop? This too much?" He asks softly.
"No, I wanna know what you like. What did you do with that woman? I wanna make
it better than her. I know I can, Dean. Just tell me."
Actually things with Carly had been pretty damn hot.
As hot as anything could be with someone who wasn't Sammy. Plus she had been a
lot older which meant very experienced, and clearly she had not been a prude.
Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. But still, not Sammy.
"This is already better Sammy. Because it´s with you baby. Just kissing you is
making everything she did seem like nothing Sammy. Being able..allowed to touch
you like this. Just to be able to put one hand on you is so much better than
fucking her up the ass...”.
"She let you fuck her up the ass!?!" Sam spluttered, clearly shocked and now
looking deeply repulsed.
"Erm..." He hadn't meant to say that, it just sort of came out. An accident
really. He had only wanted to let Sam know that nothing could compare with just
the slightest feel of his skin. Yeah, that hadn´t worked out the way he had
hoped for.
"Okay."
"What?"
"If she could do it, then I can do it."
"It´s not a competition y'know?"
But Sam already had that annoying, stubborn, purposeful look on his face. He
wasn´t gonna budge.
"Sammy, all I wanted to say is that she doesn´t matter, and that makes
everything I did with her, not matter. You matter Sammy. You´re the only one
who has ever mattered to me. That makes everything we do worth so much more.
Like real, y'know?"
Dean gave it his best shot. Nothing else to do really. And it wasn´t like he
was lying. Actually he couldn´t remember ever being this truthful before.
Sam narrowed his eyes.
"She suck your cock?"
"Jesus Sammy. Don´t wrap it up will ya."
But Dean could feel how his cock was in game. It had heard Sam´s words and was
now screaming to get attention.
"You wanna do that baby?"
Sam began to kiss him again, harder this time. Gripping his waist, digging into
his flesh with his small fingers, hard enough to bruise. God, it felt so good.
So right. So 'everything' Dean had ever wanted.
Sam started working his way down, leaving kisses, sucking bruises down Dean´s
chest, belly - sticking his tongue into his navel. Sam swirled his tongue
making Dean pant, thrashing his head down the couch. Dean fisted his hands in
Sam´s hair. Slowly pushing his head further down.
"Sammy...oh God...Sammy...only you baby...only you..."
Dean heard Sam muffle something against his skin, something sounding a lot like
'Damn right only me'.
He had to bite down a chuckle. Possessive little Sammy.
Dean could hear the way Sam was breathing in his smell - Sam's head buried in
the light hair surrounding his cock, inhaling deep through his nose.
"You smell so good Dean. I always knew you would smell good.”
Always? How long had Sam been thinking about this?
Sam was only 10, how long had he known anything about s...OHMYGOD! Sam was
sucking on him. Sucking on the head like a fucking lollipop.
The wet sounds of Sam slurping, drooling, taking his cock down his throat had
Dean´s hips bucking before he could stop it.
"Urgh."
"Oh shit, sorry baby. God, Sammy, I´m so sorry. I hurt you? You okay?”
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Sam was holding a hand at his throat, swallowing
loudly. His face was red, pupils blown, spit and a bit of pre-come running down
his chin.
"I´m okay." But his voice sounded very small and choked.
"Let's stop now Sammy. You don´t have to do this."
"Shut up Dean."
And then his mouth was on Dean´s cock again - but now he had one hand on his
hip, keeping him from bucking up again. Smart kid! Quick learner as always.
"Oh Sammy..oh baby...yes..just like that...oh baby...best...ever...Mmmm..."
Sam sucked like a porn star - swallowing as he was going down, opening his
throat as much as possible. Going up, hollowing his cheeks, making his grip
tight around the head, letting his tongue work the slit and the thick vein on
the underside. Moaning and whining around it. Drooling on it. Making wet, hot,
whimpering sounds as he kept bobbing his head, sliding Dean further and further
down his throat.
Dean was panting. He could feel his balls draw up.
Sam started fondling them with his other hand, squeezing them gently, pulling
them slightly. They were slippery and wet from all the excess spit running out
of Sam´s mouth, down Dean´s shaft.
Sam let his thumb slide below Dean´s balls, never releasing Dean´s cock from
his wet mouth. He started rubbing the spot between his balls and his hole,
gently pressing and stroking. Dean was trashing and sweating.
He felt his whole body twitching, skin prickling and he was making noises he
would never admit to later, noises only Sam would ever know existed, noises Sam
would be the only one ever to pull from him.
"Sammy..baby..gonna..pull back baby...gonna..".
Dean made a half-hearted attempt to push Sam´s head off him, but Sam stubbornly
tightened his grip at Dean´s hip and took his cock further down his throat,
telling Dean with his whole body that he wanted this, that he was going to take
it, with or without Dean´s consent.
That made Dean fall off the cliff. Screaming Sam´s name he came inside Sam´s
mouth and throat.
Sam swallowed all he could - greedy and stubborn he sucked Dean through the
after shocks of the most intense orgasm of his life. Sam had excess come
running out of his mouth as he kept feeding off Dean´s cock. The feeling was
getting too intense, and Dean´s leg spasmed and cramped before Sam released
him.
"God Sammy...God baby...you..you...beautiful baby. You look so beautiful."
Sam´s young adolescent face was bright red. His hair was sticking to his
forehead from sweat. His hazel eyes almost black, sex blown, eyelids heavy. His
mouth was just open. Lips swollen, dark red from kissing and sucking. Wet with
spit and come smeared on his cheeks and chin. His breath was heavy, frantic,
his body trembling.
Yes, Sam was beautiful. Looking like a sex depraved little angel. So innocent,
so sinful. Everything about him, at this very moment screamed WRONG and RIGHT.
"I love you baby. Only you Sammy. Always."
Sam crawled back up until he was facing Dean. He wiped his face with the back
of his little hand.
"I came on myself."
His eyes went down, shamefully. Dean followed his gaze and saw the come on
Sam´s stomach. He wrapped his arms around Sam, and held him tight.
"Don´t worry baby. We´ve got plenty of time. Got all the time in the world."
He kissed Sam´s hair. It felt so soft against his lips. He knew he could never
give up on this.
What Sam had given him tonight would forever be Dean Winchester´s fondest
memory. The most loving one. The one that would get him back on track when in
despair. The one that would forever remind him of who he was, and what his
purpose in life was. Sammy.
"You sound so beautiful when you scream, Dean."
Sam's whispered words pulled him from his reverie.
"I promise you baby, from now on, only for you. Only with you Sammy. Always."
"Promise? Promise you´ll love only me? Forever?"
Dean felt as though his heart would burst.
"Promise."
"Promise we´ll do more next time?"
"Sammy..."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Three Years Later...
Dean Winchester had grown to be a ridiculously handsome guy. Anyone able to
appreciate this slightest wonder created by God would know that He had put in
every effort to make Dean Winchester.
Seventeen years old, Dean´s closest resemblance was to some kind of Greek God-
most likely Adonis. Six foot tall and still growing. Short, dirty blond hair,
mischievous green eyes surrounded by long dark lashes. Full, pink come-fuck-me
lips. Fair skin - scattered with delicious freckles. High cheekbones,
flirtatious grin and a deep, raw you-know-you-want-it voice. And if all that
wasn't enough - a body to die for.
Yeah, God had done himself a decent job with Dean. Actually - if you were to
ask Sam Winchester - Dean was God´s greatest achievement.
Sam had always loved his big brother -but ever since that evening more than
three years ago - where Sam had succeeded in seducing his older brother, he was
now full on obsessed with him. Not that anyone in their right mind could blame
him.
There wasn´t a time in Sam´s life where Dean hadn´t been there for him. Dean
had saved him from the fire that killed their mom. Dean had nursed him, changed
his diapers, fed him when their dad left them for days, sometimes weeks with
not enough money, convinced their dad how important school was to Sam, trained
him so he could fight, shoot, whatever needed. Remembered every birthday, every
Christmas, everything important to Sam. Dean had devoted his life to make Sam
happy, to keep him safe.
And for three years he had given Sam the last of his heart. A love beyond
brotherhood - a promise to only love Sam - a promise Dean had kept. Days and
nights of endless kisses, lustful moans and sinful deeds. Sam now officially
had everything he had ever wanted from Dean.
Sam had the world´s best big brother and the greatest lover in the universe.
Who could ask for more?
Answer to that question - Sam Winchester, of course.
If Sam had his way, Dean and him would have ditched their dad a long time ago.
Sam didn´t like sharing Dean with anyone, even their own father. He didn´t like
anyone who talked, smiled or even looked at Dean. And of course, EVERYONE DID.
They couldn´t do anything outside of the sleazy motel rooms they usually stayed
at without people noticing Dean. And 'noticing' was putting it lightly.
Drooling was the proper word for it. Women, men, teenagers. Hell , Sam swore
that he once saw a dog ready to hump his brother´s leg.
Sometimes Sam was even sure that he caught John looking at Dean - like he was
appreciating his eldest son's beauty. Sam didn´t like that. Yes, he knew their
dad was proud of Dean, and of course happy that Dean took after their mom, but
still, Sam didn´t like it.
Actually Sam would have loved to keep Dean in his pocket all the time.
Literally. Or keep him in their motel room, naked, waiting for Sam all day. Or
better, the two of them, in their motel room, naked, all day. Yeah that last
one was definitely a winner.
But right now they were sitting across from each other - looking at the menu -
in some diner. Their dad had dropped them off in this no name town last night.
They had a week of doing nothing, but knowing John, two or three weeks was
probably more likely.
"What you want Sammy? Pancakes?"
Sam just nodded. He was busy looking around the diner.
Not a lot of people there, but he was sure that those few were all eyeing his
big brother.
The waitress walked towards their table, smiling.
"Hey, you boys ready to order?"
She looked from Dean to Sam and then back to Dean. Sam didn´t hear what Dean
was saying. All he saw was the waitress licking her lips, smiling, laughing at
whatever Dean was saying. Her hand was playing with her hair and there were a
darkness in her eyes. The same kind of darkness Sam saw in Dean´s eyes when
Dean was looking at
him.
"Let´s get the food to go."
Sam put his hand over Dean´s. He caught the waitresses eyes, trying to copy
their dad´s 'death-glare'.
"Sure, Sammy. Erm, we need that to go please."
The last directed at the waitress who looked at Sam confused, then nodded.
"Sure thing hon." And then she walked away, swaying her hips.
Dean´s eyes were locked on Sam´s face. He looked puzzled, and a little worried.
"You okay, Sammy? Feeling alright?" He squeezed Sam´s hand, comforting.
"Fine. I´m fine."
***
"Dean?"
Sam was laying on the couch, his legs on Dean´s lap. Dean was playing absently
with Sam´s toes, staring at the tv. Sam had insisted on watching some
documentary on ancient Egypt, and of course Dean let him.
"Yeah?"
"You wouldn´t want anyone else but me, right?"
Dean´s head snapped around. He looked at Sam liked he had just slapped him.
"What!?! Where is this coming from? NO!"
Sam swallowed, Dean looked really offended, and then he looked like something
had fallen into place.
"Have you been acting all weird because you're jealous? 'Cause you´ve been
acting all weird lately!"
Sam could have kicked himself. Dean was no idiot, all evidence to the contrary.
Sam knew that he was being irrationally paranoid, but it hadn´t appeared out of
nowhere.
The fact was that even if Sam knew in is heart that Dean would never betray
him, he and Dean hadn't slept together yet. Dean refused to go anywhere near
that area of Sam´s body, and he wasn´t letting Sam anywhere near his
own...area! Sam wasn´t used to Dean refusing him stuff. He was used to getting
anything he wanted. Not only was he dying to be with Dean that way, but he was
also scared that Dean would maybe get tired of him.
Dean had slept with people. Or one person. A girl - woman actually. Sam knew he
had liked it. He was desperate to give that to Dean, desperate to have Dean
give that to him. For Sam taking that last step would reassure him that Dean
was his forever.
" I´m not jealous. I´m just...I want you to keep loving me, y´know?"
"I´ll never stop loving you. Don´t be stupid. What is this really about?"
Sam frowned. He had asked Dean a thousand times for this. Why would he say yes
now?
"You know what this is about. Don´t pretend you don´t know." Sam was getting a
bit angry now. He felt so rejected.
"Sammy, I told you, it´s not gonna happen. Not yet. You´re too young for that.
I´m not doing that to you, man."
"Stop treating me like a kid, Dean! You don´t get to decide for me! And stop
with the you´re-doing-something-to-me! WE are doing things TOGETHER! WE would
do it TOGETHER!"
Sam was yelling now. He jumped to his feet and started pacing. He could feel
Dean´s eyes on him. Following him, but he couldn´t face him. He was afraid he
would start crying, so he kept his eyes locked on the carpet.
"Sammy...please...I know you feel rejected, but I´m not rejecting you. I just
want to wait a bit, okay?"
Dean´s voice was so soft. Sam knew what Dean meant, but he didn´t care. He
couldn´t wait any longer.
"No Dean, not okay."
He was on Dean´s lap so quickly that Dean had no chance to get away. Sam was
straddling Dean, rubbing his already hard cock against him, sucking on Dean´s
lower lip. Dean was hard too. Sam had his hands on each side of Dean´s face,
making it impossible for Dean to pull away.
"Come on Dean, please.....you know you want this."
***
Yes!
If there was anything Dean Winchester had ever wanted - this was it! God, he
had no idea how he had not been able to do it for three fucking years, cause
Sam... God Sammy... Sam was the most addictive, most delicious, mouthwatering,
innocent, dirty, hot aphrodisiac Dean had ever tasted.
His body reacted instantly, his tongue finding Sam´s hot and wet mouth, his
hands grabbing Sam´s tight little ass, squeezing it relentlessly as his rock
hard cock grinded against Sam´s.
"Mmmmm, Dean...yes....fuck yes...."
Sam was moaning against his mouth, making pathetic little sounds, pushing his
ass into Dean´s grip.
"Uh...uh...uh..." coming out of his mouth every time his denim-covered cock
pressed against Dean´s. Dean was getting scared he would cream himself from
those sounds alone.
As Sam's hand unbuttoned Dean's jeans, Dean lifted himself from the couch
without noticing, making it possible for him to pull them down. Sam was on his
feet again, never releasing Dean´s mouth, taking off his own pants and boxers.
"Get on the bed!"
Dean didn´t want to wait any more and Sam literally sprinted to their bed at
Dean´s command. He followed calmly, stripping out of his shirt, and stopped to
roam through his duffel after the lube.
It had been in his duffel since his first time with that girl, what-was-her-
name. Could lube get too old? He thought condoms could, but lube? No idea.
"What´s taking so long? Come on Dean."
Sam´s voice was full of need, impatience. Dean smirked, going through his
duffel as slow as possible. Or as slow as his own aching cock would allow.
"Dean...Deeeaaaannnn..."
"Found it!"
He turned around, holding the lube triumphantly in the air. His eyes locked
with Sam´s, smiling the most seductive smile he could pull. He was Dean
Winchester so that smile was probably - no definitely - the most seductive
smile in the world.
It took half a second and he was on the bed with Sam. Licking Sam´s neck,
biting it, sucking it. His one hand pulling Sam´s body against him, the other
wrapping itself around Sam´s length.
"Ohhhh...Dean...ohhh...mmmm."
Sam tasted so sweet, still as innocent as the first time they kissed. How was
that possible? Dean knew that he had never, ever tasted like that himself.
Innocent wasn't exactly the first word that popped into ones mind when looking
at Dean Winchester. But Sam? Sam would probably have that boyish thing even
when he got in his late twenties. That really suited Dean. Sam would be forever
innocent and pure in the eyes of his big brother.
Dean started working down Sam´s chest, sucking each nipple till they were both
dark red and almost painfully sensitive. Sam was wriggling and panting under
him. When Dean began to tongue fuck his navel, Sam was delirious.
"Like that, baby? My tongue turn you on?" Dean´s voice was all lust. Raw, low
almost a growl.
"Yes..fuck yes...turns me on...yeah..." Dean had to press down a giggle. Sam
like this? So clearly not knowing what he was saying? Hot as hell! And kind of
funny.
Dean licked off Sam´s precome. God, the taste...Sam´s taste...so warm, bitter,
sweet, musky and salty. Dean could drink gallons of this.
"Mmmm, Sammy...so delicious...gonna suck your cock real good, baby..."
Before Sam could come up with any kind of response, Dean had his cock deep in
his throat. He kept swallowing, couldn´t get enough. He began to hollow his
cheeks going up before releasing Sam with the most obscene wet pop. Sam´s hips
were bucking uncontrollably, and Dean let that thick, red, throbbing cock
belonging to his baby bro, in his mouth again. He let Sam fuck his mouth and
his throat as hard as he wanted to. He could feel spit and precome running down
his chin while his right hand was gently groping and pulling Sam´s balls.
"Dean...ahhh...I..I...need to...I need..ohhh.." .
Another profane pop and Dean started licking Sam´s balls.
"Not yet baby, not yet..." He sucked one of them in his mouth. Letting his
tongue swirl around it.
"Ohhh shit...."
Quickly he flipped Sam around, pulling him on his hands and knees - his tight,
little pink hole staring directly at him, his saliva dripping from Sam´s balls.
Holy Hell!
He kissed the cheeks, biting them, drooling on them. Sam kept pushing his ass
back, keening and whimpering. Dean let his tongue follow down the crack.
"Dean...what...what are you...FUCK!!!!!"
If Dean had thought Sam´s mouth tasted delicious - he hadn´t been prepared for
this. He felt like he was shooting up something illegal for the first time.
Blood was leaving his head so quickly he felt dizzy, and he was sure his cock
would explode.
The taste of Sam was off the scale - the most ridiculously pure, hot and
dirtiest ever. He kept licking his hole like a maniac. Couldn´t get enough,
needed this so much. He buried his face between Sam´s cheeks, spreading them
with his hands to get deeper, closer. Sam´s muscle was quivering under his
attack, clenching, relaxing. Relaxing enough for Dean´s tongue to slip right
in.
"OHMOTHERFUCKINGHELL!!!! AHHHHH! UHHHH!!NGHHH! DEAN!!!"
Oh yeah, Dean was an ass sucking GOD! He was pretty sure this was the reason he
had been put on this earth. Wrong as it may sound, tongue fucking his baby
brother´s ass was the best he had ever had.
Sam was pressing his ass so hard against Dean´s face that he was getting scared
his nose might break. But it would all be worth it, cause the sounds escaping
Sam´s lips were like nothing else. The whimpering, moaning, panting, like a
freaking bitch in heat. Unfortunately he had to stop if they were going to get
this show on the road. He swirled his tongue inside Sam one last time,
savouring Sam´s most forbidden taste on in his mouth.
"Nooo...Dean..more...."
"Just a second, baby. I´ll give you more." Quickly he took one finger in his
mouth. Sucking it till it was covered with his spit and placing it on Sam´s
saliva sticking hole. Sam immediately pushed against his finger. God, so
responsive, and so fucking horny.
"You little slut." Dean murmured with amusement, as he saw and felt his finger
breaching Sam. One swift push and Dean´s finger was buried inside Sam.
"Uhhh...ohhhh...Dean...ahhhh..."
Dean was surprised if anything. No resistance, no pain at all. He started
rubbing his finger, feeling Sam´s insides. Twisting and turning it. Sam´s arms
gave in. His face and upper body hit the mattress, arms over his head, ass high
in the air. Dean could hear the muffled sounds against the mattress, see how
Sam´s back was glistening from sweat, a wet spot getting bigger under Sam´s
face. He was literally drooling while fucking himself on Dean´s finger. He kept
wriggling his ass, pushing back on the finger, moans disappearing down the
covers of the bed.
Anyone but Dean Winchester would have creamed themselves right there.
"More...need more....please..Dean..."
Dean pulled out, slicked up two fingers, letting the finger that had just been
in Sam stay on his tongue a second longer. He pushed them in again, trying to
be a little more careful this time, not wanting to hurt Sam.
"Harder...Dean, harder..." Okay, Sam was in no mood for careful. He impaled
himself so fast and hard on Dean´s fingers that Dean was almost fell off the
bed.
"Oh, you´re just a slut for my fingers, right Sammy?"
"Yes, slut...yes.."
"Like my fingers fucking your virgin hole? Want another?"
"Yes..fucking my hole...yes..another...please Dean..another...your slut
Dean...yours..."
Dean kept the two fingers fucking Sam as he slicked up three fingers on his
other hand. He made sure they were dripping before removing himself just to
insert three. Immediately Sam pushed back again. He leaned over Sam´s back,
turned Sam´s face to the side and stuck the two fingers just removed from Sam´s
ass in his mouth, letting Sam taste himself. Sam moaned around his fingers,
sucking them relentlessly, deepthroating them as much as possible.
"That´s you, baby. That´s how good you taste. Like that? Tasting yourself on my
fingers?"
The only answer Dean got was a high whining sound and Sam´s tongue running all
over his fingers. Answer enough. Dean started fucking Sam, rubbing, moving
around, looking for that bundle of nerves. He pressed harder, as deep as he
could. This was more difficult than he thought, what if he didn´t find...
"AHHHHH!!!!" Yahtze!
Dean kept hitting it, rubbing over it, carefully letting his nails scratch it.
Sam was shaking and Dean knew that if this was gonna happen, he would have to
act quick 'cause Sam couldn´t hold on much longer and neither could he.
He leaned back, got on his feet on the bed, standing over Sam, while slicking
himself with the lube. Placing one hand on Sam´s ass, and the other on his
back, pushing Sam´s upper body more into the mattress, he bent his knees,
lowering himself but still standing. He stopped when his cock was a bit higher
than Sam´s hole. He grasped his shaft, letting the head tease Sam´s hole, soft
silk skin against each other.
"Now, Dean..."
Very carefully he pushed, his hand stroking Sam´s lower back.
"Breathe baby, breathe..."
Sam did as he was told. Dean could feel the natural resistance and stopped till
he felt Sam unclench, relaxing. He pushed a little further, stopping again,
letting Sam´s body get accustomed to the feel of it. Little by little he
watched his cock getting buried inside Sam. And then Sam started pushing back
and Dean found himself balls deep inside his baby brother.
"Shit Sammy...fuck...oh God, so tight..God.."
He didn't want to move, wanting to let Sam set the pace, but his body was
screaming for release. Sam was so warm and tight. Move, Goddamnit, move!!!
Dean would sometimes swear that Sam was psychic or something. Sam began to pull
very slowly, and then push back. It was painfully slow. Dean could feel how his
body started trembling.
"Ngghhhh, so big..Dean..God, fuck me...." The magic words,
and Dean began to thrust.
"More, Dean...harder..fuck me, Dean..harder...shit.."
Dean started slamming into Sam, hitting his prostate, making him scream with
pleasure and pain.
"Yes..God, Sammy...Uhhh...Uhhhh...Uhhh.."
"Ahhh...Ohhhh...Ohhh...Ohhh.."
Soon it was nothing but skin slamming against skin. Dean´s balls almost
spanking Sam´s ass, and groans, whimpers and keening sounds.
SLAP!
"DEAN!!!"
Dean couldn´t help himself. His hand hit Sam´s butt-cheek hard, leaving a red
hand print.
"Again...Dean...do it..again.."
And Dean slapped him again, making Sam scream again.
"Gonna come inside you, baby...gonna come...come.." Dean wrapped his hand
around Sam´s length, started pumping him fast and hard. Sam kept fucking
himself on Dean´s dick, slamming back to meet Dean´s thrusting.
"SAMMY!!!!!!"
Dean came screaming Sam´s name. Filling Sam up, marking him inside. Sam arched
his back, threw his head back and shot all over the bed, hitting his own chest
and the headboard of the bed. Dean´s knees caved and he fell down on top of Sam
who was now splayed all over the bed, arms and legs to his sides.
Niether of them were able to say anything. Both just trying to catch their
breath, both all fucked out. Dean was the first to come to his senses. He
scooted down, couldn´t resist, and buried his face in Sam´s ass again, lapping
up himself mixed with Sam. Drinking it down greedily. Sam´s legs started to
spasm like a dogs. He couldn´t say anything, only whimper at the very hot and
extremely dirty feeling of his big brother eating his own come out of his ass.
Dean crawled up Sam´s sweaty, sticky body, and pushed his tongue down his
throat. They kept kissing and stroking each other until they were both gasping
for air.
"That´s you and me, baby. That´s how WE taste! You like?"
"I love it. I love you. "
"Love you too, baby. Forever."
But Sam was already half asleep, and Dean followed him quickly. Dean would
never let Sam go anywhere without him. Together they moved into the arms of
sleep and dreams.
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