Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 5: Just Getting Warmed Up

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 5: Just Getting Warmed Up

Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest (Sam is at the age of legal consent)
Word Count: 3000
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
Summary: The Winchesters make it to Bobby's house. Dean talks dirty to Sam on the couch with John and Bobby in the next room.

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The Impala rumbled up the long path to Bobby’s house, headlights illuminating the way. Bobby stood in the doorway holding something in his hands.

Sam and Dean tumbled out of the back seat, stiff and half-groggy, breath visible in the cold air. John stretched out his long legs, clambered from the front seat, and bent over, stretching out his lower back.

He threw his arms around the shoulders of his sons, one on each side, and they walked to the front door.

Bobby thrust a warm “World’s Best Teacher” mug into John’s hand, and held out two more to the boys. “Thought you could use this.” John sniffed at the contents. Warm vapor, all apple, butter and cinnamon, ghosted over his mouth. “My take on Hot Buttered Rum. ‘Cept with Bourbon instead of rum. And some cider. And spices. Hell, it’s nothing like Hot Buttered Rum ‘cept that it’s hot and buttered.”

Dean took a sip, expecting a virgin version, and blinked at the unanticipated kick. Sam followed Dean’s lead, and was also surprised at the alcohol.

John raised an eyebrow at Bobby.

“What?” Bobby growled. “After all these boys been through, all the hunts they been on, you think they’re too young for a little hooch?”

John could not fault that logic.

Bobby smacked John on the shoulder. “Now get your asses inside, pronto. Letting all the warm air out.” As Sam and Dean stepped past him and entered his home, he ruffled their hair. “Good to see you kids again.”

~

Sam and Dean sat on the worn sofa in front of the fire, knees pressed together, hands wrapped around the heated mugs, letting the warmth penetrate their bodies from inside and out.  It was their second mug each, at the insistence of Bobby and the amused tolerance of John, and the alcohol wormed through their veins, heating them up every bit as much as the fire.

Through the open doorway to their left, John and Bobby stood bent over a large table in the kitchen, John poking an insistent finger at a large map while Bobby flipped through a cracked and worn leather-bound tome so old the boys could smell the musty scent from where they were.

Dean nudged Sam with his shoulder. “Finally.”

“What?” Sam rubbed his chapped lips together.

“You stopped shivering. Finally. You were shivering the whole day.”

Sam just shrugged. Which broke Dean’s heart. Sam shouldn’t have to think that being bone-shakingly cold for days was just a regular thing.

But it was.

“Warming up now, Sammy?”

Sam blew out his breath over Bobby’s concoction of spiced cider and alcohol, driving a puff of warm vapor up over his nose and mouth. “Yeah. Feels good.”

Dean watched John and Bobby argue over what to do next. Then he threw his arm around Sam and adopting body language that said he was simply talking in a light, conversational tone, said, “Know what I want to do, Sammy? Take you to a beach. Out in California. Sneak onto one of those big old private beaches. No one around but us.”

Sam sipped his drink, eyes darting up to look at Dean over the rim of the mug.

Dean continued. “Real hot day. Middle of July. Bring a cooler full of ice and bottles of beer. One of those huge beach blankets. Lay down, just you and me, and let the sun soak in until we’re so hot we can’t stand it.”

Sam closed his eyes, letting Dean’s words wash over him. This little encouragement bolstered Dean’s confidence.

“Yeah. Close your eyes. The heat from the fire? That’s the sun on your skin.” Dean closed his own eyes, caught up in the moment every bit as much as Sam, who was hanging on his every word.

“Just lay in the sun, listening to the waves, until we were all hot and sweaty, and then run into the water.”

Dean opened his eyes, to make sure John and Bobby weren’t standing over them, horrified. They weren’t.

“Then we’d stand and let the waves come in over our feet. I’d stand behind you, put my arms around you, hold you steady, you know, when the waves went back out.” Sam and Dean had been to the beach exactly once, and Sam got dizzy and fell over every time the waves rushed back over his bare feet. “Kiss the back of your neck. Lick the salt off your skin.”

Sam’s eyes flashed open, pupils dilated. The energy that crackled between the two of them was palpable.

Sam glanced over at John and Bobby, completely caught up in their own thing, but nonetheless absolutely able to see the two boys on the couch.

He turned his huge hazel eyes back to Dean. “Then what?”

Dean felt the hairs on the back of his arms raise up.

“Then… then I’d race you back to the blanket. And I’d win.”

“Hah.”

“And I’d win,” Dean insisted. “Break out a couple of beers.” Dean brushed a stray lock of hair out of Sam’s face. “And I’d watch you drink yours. Watch your mouth wrap around the neck of the bottle.”

Sam bit his lower lip.

“Watch you suck on it. Get hard watching you. Think of feeding you my cock, just like that.”

A small whimper escaped Sam’s lips.

“You like that?” This phrase, such a porn cliché, was spoken here with honest purpose. Dean needed to know, know that Sam liked what he was doing, liked him telling him what he wanted to do to him, liked the idea of sucking Dean’s cock.

“Yeah.”

“Want me to stand over you, pull my shorts down, pull that bottle out of your mouth and put my cock there instead?”

Sam dug his fingers into the fabric of the couch, making a small strangled sound.

Dean stared at the effect his words were having on his Sammy.

“Bet you do. Bet you can just feel it, can’t you, my cock sliding into your mouth, all salty from the water, stretching your mouth around it, sucking on it…”

Sam licked his lips unconsciously. “Dean. Want to.”

“Yeah?” Dean fought to keep his composure. “Then I’d pull out and put the beer bottle in your mouth again, make you drink. Put my cock back in your mouth before you swallowed, so I could feel that cold beer on the head of my dick.” Dean could almost feel it, the prickly bubbles on his sensitive flesh, the ice-cold liquid a shocking contrast to the soft heat of Sam’s mouth.

Sam nearly dropped his mug.

“Yeah. You’d do that for me. Wouldn’t you, Sammy. Suck my cock in broad daylight on a beach.”

Sam put his hand on Dean’s thigh, glancing toward the kitchen nervously. They were still deeply engrossed in their planning.

“I’d do anything. Anything you want.”

Dean dared to lean closer, just for a moment, and let his mouth brush over Sam’s ear. “I know you would, baby boy.”

Sam stifled a groan. “Dean.” His cheeks were flushed vivid red.

“How’re you boys doing in there?” John’s voice resounded through the hard wood interior of Bobby’s house like a Sunday preacher in church.

Sam’s face froze, stricken. Dean called out, “Great. We’re just getting warmed up.”

“Holler if you need anything.” Bobby interjected.

“Sam. Turn toward me.” Sam shifted so he faced Dean, turning away from the kitchen. Dean knew he had a much better poker face to begin with, and after all, he was the one driving his little brother crazy with his dirty talk.

“Where were we? Oh, yeah. You were sucking my cock on the beach.”

Sam looked at Dean like a starving man eyeing a Vegas buffet. His expression was shockingly open and easy for Dean to read: Sam had never wanted anything more in his life than to take Dean’s cock into his mouth. Right then and there, if Dean would let him. He’d accept being ostracized from his father, from Bobby, from everyone. If Dean would just let him.

Sam wanted it that much. Wanted him.

Dean gnawed on his lower lip in that unconscious habit he had.

“Can you feel it, Sam? The sun beating down on you? My dick just sliding into your mouth?”

Sam nodded, swallowing on empty air.

“You working your mouth on me. Licking my cock, sucking on it, seeing how deep you can take it down your throat. Making me come with your mouth. You want that, don’t you, Sammy?”

Dean needed to hear it. Needed to see it and hear it and feel it, every second. How much Sam wanted it. Wanted him.

Sam opened his mouth, and Dean expected a wordless plea, or “Dean, please,” or “Yeah.”

What he said was, “When are you going to stop teasing me and fucking do it?”

Dean blinked, astonished.

Sam’s jaw was tight. “You know I want it. You know how bad I want to do that.”

Sam’s body was hard, muscles tight, quivering slightly all over like a guitar string that had been plucked.

“Dean. I want it so bad it hurts. It actually physically hurts.” Sam’s voice was wrecked. “And they’re here, and we can’t, and Dean, it fucking hurts.” He had tears in his eyes.

Dean suddenly felt terrible. He knew Sam was sensitive, both emotionally and physically (and Christ, he couldn’t wait until he got Sammy alone and finally got to see how exquisitely sensitive and responsive he was), but he’d underestimated both.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, Sam.” And Dean’s heart just cracked open because Sammy started to cry, shivering and sniffling. “I’m sorry.” Dean dragged Sam into his arms, where Sam fell apart, shuddering with frustration and anguish.

“Sam? You ok?” John was suddenly right there, concerned and poised for action, as though he was attuned to the scent of his sons’ tears.

Dean stroked Sam’s hair as he sobbed on his shoulder. “It’s just… you know.” Dean knew John would interpret that to mean the whole wealth of what had just happened. Uprooting Sam yet again, tearing him away from the friends that he, being such a sweet and loving boy, could not help but make despite John’s warnings not to get too attached again because he knew they wouldn’t be staying long.

John’s face darkened, twisting with guilt and self-recrimination. “I’m so sorry, Sam.” He sat with them, hand on Sam’s back, until Sam’s tears subsided. “Been a long trip for you boys, and a long day. How about you go upstairs to sleep while Bobby and I finish up?”

Sam made a face into Dean’s shoulder. Neither of them were looking forward to sleeping on the twin beds crammed into the cluttered bedroom John would be sleeping in.

Bobby called out from the kitchen, “Hey, I cleared out my second office for you boys. So you got your own room this time.” Sam raised his tear-stained face to Dean’s, eyes wide with surprise. “Got rid of those crusty old twin beds, too. Y’all got too tall for that. All’s I could find was a queen-sized bed, though. Figured you two wouldn’t fuss about sharing.”

~

Sam raced to the car to get the queen-sized Cowboys bedding, despite the fact that Bobby had already made up their bed. Bobby understood boys and sports teams, though, so he wasn’t offended in the least.

Dean helped Sam re-make the bed and settle the pillows into place, watching how Sam’s face lit up, as though this one thing made Sam feel like he had some kind of home.

“Alright, you two. Brush your teeth and get into bed. And I expect you two to stay in there all night, ok? No getting up in the middle of the night and ransacking my library, Sam.” Bobby’s voice was stern, with a ribbon of laughter running through it.

“Nosir. I promise. We’ll stay in bed all night.” How Sam managed to say that with a straight face, Dean couldn’t imagine.

The second Bobby’s feet hit the landing at the base of the stairs, Sam’s knees hit the rag rug next to the bed, tugging frantically at Dean’s belt buckle, pulling out Dean’s cock. The feel of Sam’s smooth fingers made Dean suck in a breath over his teeth.

Sam looked up at Dean with wide eyes. “I don’t know how.”

Sam was going to be the death of him, Dean thought. “S’ok, baby boy. I’ll talk you through it.”

Sam sat up on his heels, always the eager pupil.

“Main thing? Be real careful with your teeth. Don’t let ‘em scrape.” Sam nodded, and Dean could practically hear the pen inside Sam’s head scratch across paper. “But it’s you, Sam. I’m gonna love it.”

Sam blinked his eyes slowly and opened them again, like a cat saying I love and trust you.

Dean held his cock in his right hand and rubbed the head, slick with precum, over Sam’s lips, teasing him, because he couldn’t help himself.

“Dean. Want it.”

Dean shivered. This was not going to take long. Not long at all. “Gonna give it to you. I promised.” Dean pressed his thumb alongside Sam’s jaw.

Sam was already shaking.

“You want me to tell you what to do? Or you want to just do it all on your own?”

Sam hated being told what to do. Hated it. How many times had he heard Sam spit, “I’m not stupid, Dean. I can figure it out on my own.”?

But Sam was full of surprises today. Kneeling before Dean, he whispered, “Tell me what to do.”

Dean squeezed the base of his cock hard, desperate to not come all over Sam’s face—at least not so soon. Though he filed away that delicious mental image for later use.

“Open your mouth, Sammy.”

Sam did.

Dean pressed the head of his cock to Sam’s lips. “Lick it. Just the tip.” The first swipe of his little brother’s tongue made Dean shiver and curse, and pull back.

“Did I do it wrong?” Sam looked stricken.

“Fuck, no. No. You did it so good. I’m just…I’m trying not to come so soon.”

Sam looked legitimately confused. “Why? I want to make you come a bunch of times tonight.”

And again, Dean had to squeeze the base of his cock so as not to blow his load all over Sam’s sweet, upturned face.

“Christ, I love you, Sam.” Dean ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Fucking LOVE you.”

Sam bounced on his heels impatiently and gripped Dean’s thighs. “Dean. Please.” Sam blushed, eyes flickering to the floor for a moment, then back up to meet Dean’s gaze. “Want you to come in my mouth.”

And the expression on Dean’s face told Sam that he was not the only Winchester boy who really, really loved it when his brother talked dirty to him.

Dean slid his cock into Sam’s willing mouth, with a groan that rose from his very bones. “So beautiful. Fuck. Sammy. Wish I could take a picture of that.”

Sam looked up at Dean, mouth full of cock, and mumbled, “Next time.”

And that was it. Dean completely lost all control. He trembled and spasmed and pumped into Sam’s mouth, Sam clumsily sucking and trying to keep his teeth clear, Dean not caring, not caring at all, because this was the best blow job he’d ever had, Sammy on his knees for him begging for him to come in his mouth, promising to make him come over and over, fucking saying OK to Dean taking pictures of him doing it, and how Dean got so lucky as to have everything he ever loved, more sweetness and beauty and amazingness than he deserved AND every dirty fantasy he’d ever had in the body of the same person, he’d never understand.

With a bitten-down curse and a low, flowing chant of “Sam…Sam….Sam…,” Dean came harder than he’d ever come before, spilling into Sam’s mouth. When the bitter-salty fluid hit Sam’s tongue, he fucking moaned like he’d been dying to taste Dean’s come for years. He dug his fingers into Dean’s hips, his back curling, swallowing it all, wrapping his mouth tighter and sucking hard—which sent Dean’s aftershocks into a whole new orgasm, something he didn’t even know was possible. Another load, nearly as big as the first, spurted into Sam’s mouth. Sam’s fingers scrabbled at Dean, as he shook and moaned on his big brother’s cock.

“Sam. Christ. Sam.” Dean was reduced to single-syllable words. Sam was reduced to twitching and moans.

Dean dropped to his knees alongside Sam and thrust his hand inside his jeans, intending to ease his Sammy’s aching need. But…“Fuck. You came? Just from…”

Sam threw his arms around Dean and pressed his mouth to his throat. “Just from my mouth on you.”

Dean stared at Sam’s face, with an expression so intense it almost scared Sam. Then he took Sam’s face in his hands and kissed him. Soft, searching, a claim as much as a kiss.

Sam answered the claim, melting into Dean, opening to him.

After a long moment, Dean broke the kiss. “Hey. Back at that truck stop. I made you a promise.”

“Know the first thing I’m gonna do to you when I get you all alone, sweetheart? Gonna take your clothes off, lay you down, spread you wide open… and I’m gonna eat your ass out like a girl.”

Sam blinked, then remembered. The color rose in his cheeks.

Dean pulled Sam to his unsteady feet, and tugged his t-shirt off, then unbuttoned Sam’s jeans. He was already half-hard, with the miraculously short refractive period enjoyed by teenagers. “You thought maybe I forgot? I always keep my promises, baby boy.”

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Comments

[kinkajou.livejournal.com]

OK,I suppose I told you before, like, a billion times that your fics are hot, but this is the HOTTEST THING EVER, it's like... I don't even know! You have some freaky mind-reading powers to put everything I find hot in wincest together, and just... guh. Also HELLYEAH for Dean eating out Sam like a girl, want that too! (like the greedy bastard I am) :)

[sammichgirl]

Oh.My.Fucking.God.

I...you...it...shit.

<3<3<3 (BTW, *love* your fics and want moremoremoremore)

[locknkey.livejournal.com]

I just... OMG! So good, intense, hot. Love your Sam and Dean in this. Sam needy and wanton. Dean leading but also insecure and how they both complete each other. ♥

[suetbluet.livejournal.com]

Gawd! Is it wrong that I actually wiggle and clap when I see you've posted another story? You are drawing me out of my lurker status into full on PWP-stalker.

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

I will leave as many comments as it takes for you to keep writing! OMFG!!! This just keeps getting hotter...and I don't think my panties can take it. Not that that's gonna stop me...fucking hell.

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

oh wow, this was incredibly hot and totally awesome. I love how responsive the boys are to each other and that there's tenderness and love at play too. Great stuff!

Thank you!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I feel like if they did start up with each other at this age, they would be tender with each other, and also not develop some of the meaner brother-teasing/harassing stuff they do in the show. Thank you!

Re: Thank you!

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

I think that you got it down perfectly. That's a definite benefit of reading stories where the boys start things up at a younger age. There is still some innocence left and they aren't so jaded. I also think it gives them an added weapon against their foes, because even in the show, they are better together than apart, like this, they're a force to be reckoned with.

[lilithrain.livejournal.com]

Oh my, oh mt lord. I freaking love this series, I have to say. ♥

Yay!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

So glad.