Quid Pro Quo

[justinedelarge]

Title: Quid Pro Quo
Author:justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam/Dean

Rating:NC-17

Spoilers: Wincest, rimming, oral sex, food kink.

Word Count: 1000

Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own. Kripk et al wn their content. I own mine. Write your own fics. Don't steal other people's stories.

Summary: Dean likes to tease Sam.

Dean ghosted his fingers across Sam’s entrance. Sam writhed, hands gripping the wooden slats of the solid oak headboard.

“Christ. You want me to finger you so bad, Sammy. Look at you.” Dean gazed at Sam, spread out for him without a shred of inhibition.

Sam’s voice turned petulant. “Come on, Dean. Stop fucking teasing and do it.”

Dean smirked. “Wrong tone of voice, baby boy.”

Sam’s face fell.

“You love it so much. Having something in your ass. Don’t you.”

Sam whispered, “You know I do.”

“Love having me inside you. Love it when I finger you nice and slow, stretch you open. Love it when I fuck you and fall asleep inside you.”

Sam squirmed.

“I bet you wish you had something in your ass all the time. Filling you up.”

Sam made a noise very close to a whimper.

Dean petted Sam’s hole with two fingers, toying with him. “‘S what you want, baby boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Magic word?” Dean circled the rim with his slicked-up fingertip.

“Please. Jesus. Dean. Please.” Sam arched his back, trying to press down on Dean’s finger, make it slide inside him. Dean laughed and pulled his hand back.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. Gotta earn it.”

Sam bit his lip. “Anything.”

Dean leaned in and brushed his lips over the head of Sam’s cock. Sam shivered.

“One week.”

Sam blinked.

“You go one week without anything in your ass. Not my cock. Not my fingers. Not YOUR fingers. Not a toy. Not a fucking zucchini. One week. Nothing.”

Sam’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, we’ll fuck. We’ll fuck plenty. I don’t have to fuck you in the ass to fuck you. I’ll make you come so good, you won’t be able to stand it. But not a damn thing in your ass for a week. You do that for me, I’ll give you what you want. Get you a nice big plug, make you wear it all day for me. Give you my cock. My fingers. See how many you can take.” Dean lapped at the droplets of pre-cum welling up on the head of Sam’s cock. “Mmm. You taste good.”

He peered up at Sam. “So… deal?”

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, and exhaled. “Deal.”

~

They made it five days.

Dean was enjoying teasing Sam, watching him squirm, knowing what he wanted, knowing how desperate he was for Dean to give it to him. “How you doin’ there, Sammy?”

Sam glared at him. “Shut up.”

Dean pouted. “You know you love me.”

Sam stalked to the dresser and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. “Not in the fucking mood, Dean.”

Dean blinked, surprised.

“No,I'm not kidding.” Sam heard the unspoken statement.

Dean tried to joke his way out of it. “What’s with the stick up your ass?”

Sam sent him a look of death.

Dean winced. Wrong choice of expressions.

“Hey. We can let the deal drop. I just… you know, we like doing stuff like that."

Sam poured a generous shot of whiskey into the plastic cup and drank half of it in one go. “No. You like doing stuff like that.” He downed the other half and poured himself some more, then sat down heavily on the bed-for-gear. “You get off on torturing me.”

Dean sat next to Sam, who immediately stood up and walked to the other end of the room.

“Sam.” Dean’s voice was soft.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice was hard.

Dean said nothing. Just sat there, letting the silence build up pressure. Sat there, waiting. Listening.

Finally Sam broke. “My body isn’t your little game, Dean.” Sam wouldn’t look at Dean. “You don’t get to… you can’t just…” Sam couldn’t even find the words. “I mean, you just pull something like ‘a week!’ out of thin air, like, sure, that’ll work, Sam can just fucking HANDLE that, and I can watch him squirm and beg because that fucking amuses me. Needy fucking Sammy.” Sam’s voice was bitter.

Dean got up and went to Sam. “Hey.” Sam recoiled, just a little, but Dean saw it.

“Hey.” His voice was soft and low. “I’m sorry.”

Sam stared at his plastic cup.

“I mean it.” Dean brushed his hand against Sam’s arm. Sam didn’t throw him off, but he remained tense and unhappy.

Dean knew the only way through this was pure honesty and self-reflection. Two things he wasn’t always good at.

“It’s just that… when I can get you all desperate. Begging. It’s…”

“Yeah, I know. Fun for you.”

“It means you really want me. Want to be with me.”

Sam’s gaze flashed onto Dean’s face. Searching. Evaluating.

Dean swallowed and continued. “I mean. Dude. You could be with anyone. You should be with—”

“Dean.”

“Should be with someone better."

Sam closed his eyes, the weight of understanding sinking in. He turned, pressed his forehead to Dean’s.

“There isn’t anyone better than you.”

The day had started off so simply for Dean. Keep Sam rock-hard and aching for him all day, make him come at least three times at night, enjoy the delicious anticipation of waiting to be inside him another two days before the deal was up. And now, somehow, he was wrapped in his brother’s strong arms, crying into his chest. It was amazing how quickly porn turned to chick flick.

“Need you, Sammy. Need to be inside you.” And the doubt flared, hot and stinging. Maybe Sam didn’t want to. Didn’t want to let Dean in. Maybe his stupid little game had fucked it all up.

“Yeah. I need that too.” In the interest of parity, at least Sam was also crying onto Dean. For world-saving, monster-slaying hunters, the Winchester boys sure cried a lot.

“I just… don’t do that to me again. You know I’ll do anything you want. But I fucking NEED you, Dean. Need you inside me.”

“Ok, baby boy. S’ok.”

And Dean threw his porntastic plan to the four winds, laid his sweet baby brother out on the bed, stripped them both bare, and Sam let him come home.

THE END

Comments

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

Oh my god! That was just so so wonderful!!

"And Sam...let him come home". YES! Perfect! I fucking love you!

[kinkajou.livejournal.com]

and also what she said. All of it.

[kinkajou.livejournal.com]

You just... and... I can't even... but... and then... you just put this achy feeling in my chest... and... and...

[fiercelynormal.livejournal.com]

Hot and fabulous!

[rianadrarrylove.livejournal.com]

The last line made me think of that saying:

"Is it possible for a person to be home?"

(obviously) but when I read it here, it's not just comfort or familiarity you see. With how you write their inner voices, they're not just home. They're each others lives and its so plain and

I LOST THE ABILITY TO CAN.
Beautiful. <3

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

Short and sweet. :D Also, an angry drinking Sam is one to fear.

[megumiogata-1.livejournal.com]

That last line got me. :)
Nice writing. *thumbs up *

[suetbluet.livejournal.com]

Justinedelarge for the win! All that delicious dirty talk (pretty much the soundtrack of my dreams) and then Boom! True love schmoop attack leveling us all. Insecure Dean? Swoon. Love it.

[lgmkeefer.livejournal.com]

All these warm and fuzzy feelings that I don't know what to do with...

Ugh, so perfect.

[sammichgirl]

Oh Dean...no way Sam could or would want someone better, because it doesn't exist. (he's MY fantasy, but it'd never happen so I am happy knowing he's with you)

Plus, dirty talk? You sure know the way to a girl's heart, m'dear. <3

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Dirty talk. Insecure Dean.Come home!?

You are killing me, woman! Love it!

<3

[sandycub.livejournal.com]

So great! Dirty talk is always awesome and you do it so well! Poor Dean just doesn't get that there couldn't be anyone better than him - especially for Sam!

The end was awesome!!!!

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

This was a fantastic little fic, you managed to take me through so many emotions with such few words, I loved it!

It was amazing how quickly porn turned to chick flick - I like when that happens. :) Wonderful twist in the fic. And then the last line and Sam let him come home just about slayed me and I melted into happy sighs and gooey feelings.

Thank you!

[novakev.livejournal.com]

Aww, this was hurty for both of them. Irritated Sam, comforting and honest Dean, realizing Sam, and Home - Is good!

[framedhim.livejournal.com]

Love it when I fuck you and fall asleep inside you.

...ohoo, and then I died. Bulletproof kink for me and I don't find it in fic too often. Was a happy death, as this catered to my occasional craving for bottom!Sam AND pissedoff!Sam And Then needy hunter boys who neeeed. Good luck interpreting all my flails. Thank you for sharing :D

[laurapetri.livejournal.com]

aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

Absolutely amazing!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

So happy you liked it!

[ousoonerfan.livejournal.com]

Love this in every possible way :)

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad!

[adameyezd.livejournal.com]

You sure packed one helluva punch into a small fic. Didn’t expect where this was going & it was very moving, sweet, loving (& yeah, really hot too!).

Last line killed me!

Thank you very much!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome! And thank you. I really appreciate it.