Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 3: Anything You Want

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 3: Anything You Want

Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: M
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 950
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
Summary: Dean discovers just how  much delicious dirty talk has been buried deep inside him, demanding expression.

John pulled the Impala into the 24-hour truck stop and diner and got out to fill the tank. “You boys run inside and grab something to eat. I’m gonna top up the oil and give her some TLC. Gimme about twenty minutes.” John reached for his wallet and handed Dean some cash. “And yes, Dean, you can have pie. But not pie FOR dinner.”

Dean didn’t want pie. Not right then. He wanted Sam. But despite what Sam had asked for in the car, a skeevy truck stop bathroom was not how he’d pictured their first time with each other.  So when Sam dragged him into the men’s room and snicked the lock shut, he put a hand on Sam’s shoulder and held him back from crushing him against the wall.

Sam turned pale. He took a step back, blinking back tears, and turned away.

“Oh, Christ, Sam. I didn’t mean…”

“I knew you’d freak out. I just knew it.” Sam swiped his sleeve against his eyes.  Dean came up behind Sam and wrapped his arms around him. Sam tried to throw him off, but Dean just held him tighter.

“S’ok, Sammy. Not freaking out. Promise.”

Sam teetered on the edge of breaking into sobs, chest heaving arrhythmically as he tried to breathe deep and stave off the panic that flooded him when Dean pushed him away.

“C’mere.” Dean turned Sam around to face him, and brushed tears from his face. “I just… Sam, we’re in a public toilet. I mean, when I pictured our first time, it wasn’t like this.”

Sam sniffed, a smile creasing his face. “You pictured it? You thought about it?”

Dean stepped in closer and breathed in the scent of Sam, all green apple shampoo and candy with a low note of something purely Sam. “All the time. I think about it all the time.” Dean fisted his hands in Sam’s flannel. “Just wanted it to be nice for you. The first time. Our first time. Not in some truck stop bathroom.”

Sam’s mouth trembled, and Dean was lost. Just like that.

“Dean. I can’t get back in that car with you without at least…”

Dean looked around at the stark white tile, the urinals, the rust-stained sink. “Not here. Not like this. You’ll always remember this, and… you deserve better.”

“Jesus, Dean, I’ll die. I’ll fucking die.” Sam grabbed Dean’s hips and pulled him against him. Dean’s eyes flared wide.

“Christ, you’re hard enough to cut diamonds.”

Sam rocked against Dean, burying his face in Dean’s hair, and made one of those little sounds Dean had heard so many times in the night. His voice came soft and fragile. “You want me to beg?”

The love, the heat, the need exploded in a perfect storm inside Dean.  The room fell away and the only thing that existed was Sam. Sam, and a wall to press him against, and a floor to stand on. Dean gripped Sam’s shirt, pinned him to the wall, and kissed him.

And God, he could kiss Sam until they both grew old. The temperature of his lips, the shape and resilience of them, the way he opened to Dean, was perfect. Like Sam had been made just for him.

Just for him.

Dean ripped his mouth away and attacked Sam’s neck, licking his throat, nipping his collarbone, running his hands under Sam’s shirt, muttering things, sweet filthy things he could not keep inside any longer, gorgeous dirty things that had been running around his mind for years without him consciously realizing, things that had been buried so long they roared out, demanding to be given voice.

“…give you everything, anything you want, Christ, Sam, the way you feel, make me crazy, can’t fucking think…the things I’m gonna do to you, baby boy…” Sam groaned and shuddered. Dean snapped his fingers down on Sam’s nipple and squeezed. Sam arched his back into the pleasure-pain and cried out softly. “Yeah, want you to beg me, Sammy, beg for my cock, beg me to fuck you, come in your mouth, come in your ass, fill you up so good… beg me to let you come, come so pretty for me… and I will, I’ll make you come so hard, over and over, gonna make you scream my name…” Sam panted and moaned, sweat sheening his skin, totally giving himself over. “So fucking hot, Sammy…” Dean unbuttoned his jeans and shoved Sam’s hand inside, biting the meaty part of Sam’s shoulder when skin finally touched skin.

“Yeah, baby boy, that’s for you, all that cock just for you, been wanting that for so long, haven’t you…” Sam jacked Dean’s cock, rutting against his leg, and the roaring in Dean’s ears subsided enough for him to hear what Sam was repeating in a desperate flood of language: “Dean, please, can’t take it anymore, please let me come, Dean, please, wanna come for you, please, I’ll do anything, Dean, please…”

His brother. His beautiful, funny, brilliant, maddening brother. Begging so pretty.

Dean was the luckiest man on Earth.

Suddenly  no longer ruled  by his own aching need to come (Sammy comes first), Dean dropped to his knees to worship the impossible gift of Sam. Gripping the top of Sam’s button-flys with his teeth, he yanked his head to the side hard, and popped them all free. Sam’s mouth gaped, and Dean just looked up and grinned. He’d been impressed when he’d first seen that done to him. And without hesitation, even though he’d never put his mouth on another man before in his life, he drew Sam’s (beautiful, Christ, like a fucking work of art) cock into his mouth, and showed Sam how it’s done.

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Comments

[saltandbyrne.livejournal.com]

I think I just had a heart attack. Of joy. Holy shit that was amazing.

[jaysawyer.livejournal.com]

Crazy beautiful, all three chapters. Hoping for more of course. You really know how to ratchet up the tension, and the dirty talk? Yes, please. Love your Dean but I especially love your Sam and I'm not easy to please in that department - people just don't write him strongly enough in terms of libido and recklessness in the sex department. I imagine that big brain goes to lots of wild and kinky places. Well done!!

[melacreature.livejournal.com]

Remember when Elmer Fudd shot at Bugs? And all that damn rabbit could say was " I'm dying'! I'm dyyyyyyin'!" Yeah, well...ditto.

[tristan8.livejournal.com]

that was so sweet and romantic! god, i'm swooning! so many wonderfully beautiful lines in it! and really sexy, hot, gorgeous, wow too! just wow!

[kelios.livejournal.com]

Loved all three of those. I hope there's more coming!

[grean.livejournal.com]

Sam and Dean love. You have the knack for hitting all of my favorites with these boys. Always feel the love though.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

The love is key. I can't write their relationship without it. Not even with Soulless Sam.

[lilithrain.livejournal.com]

Holy God. Oh my God,. I think i stopped breathing part way through that. *fans self* Yeah I'm going to devour this tonight.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

This is going to be fun, reading your comments. :)

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Saw you posted ch48 so thought I should catch up...I may literally be having a heart attack and I've got 45 chapters to go!!
Holy fuck this is hot!!
I'm dying...x

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Chapter 88, actually. There are now 88 chapters. :)

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Oh god *whimpers* 85...only 85 to go : ) x

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

You'll love it. I promise. Tell you what. If you don't like it, I'll give you your money back. :)

But seriously, you'll love it.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Oh, not worried about not loving it!
I'm an addict, and you are totally enabling me right now! : ) x

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

See, it's all part of a cunning plan. Spend nearly two years writing a massive Wincest novel for free, addicting everyone, then write an original book with unrelated characters that I will then publish and sell for money, sit back, and reel the fish in.

Seriously, though, that would be such a stupid plan if it was a plan. Stories about gay men having porny epic-love sex just aren't that popular on the New York Times Best Seller list.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Well, after the whole 50 shades thing I wouldn't rule it out...not that I've actually read that. I'd read yours though : )
Personally I think it's a grand plan, no point in not trying it anyway x