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justinedelargeTitle: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 54: Nothing's Gonna Harm You
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justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 3260
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters.
Summary: Dean keeps his promise to Sam.
Sam held the green plastic water pistol in his hands while Dean got himself ready in the privacy of the bathroom. Gonna have to tell me how bad you want to fuck me, sweetheart. Tell me how much you want to put your cock in my ass. His palms, damp from anticipation, stuck to the hard plastic grip.
Finally, Dean emerged, wearing nothing at all. He stood in the hallway, naked, letting Sam look at him, his cheeks lit with a faint blush of pink. “Hey. You coming?” He nodded toward the bedroom. Sam set the water pistol down and came to him.
When he walked into the bedroom, Dean was bent over, setting two hand towels and a glass of water on Sam’s bedside table, the cords of muscle on his back standing out. Sam made a small noise deep in his throat.
Dean turned his head, and the pink tinge on his cheeks deepened. Sam’s eyes drank in the sight of Dean from behind, moving up his hard calves, strong thighs, his tight, muscular ass.
Dean smiled at the avid expression on Sam’s face. Before he knew it, Sam’s hands were on him, turning him, pushing his back down gently so Dean was bent over, palms flat on the bed, Sam kneeling behind him. And then Sam’s mouth was on him, moving softly over the curve of his ass, nibbling and licking. Dean gasped.
Sam trailed the tip of his tongue and his open mouth all over, drifting down the back of Dean’s thighs, over the curve of his ass again, ghosting over the crack of his ass, breathing out warm air, making Dean shiver. But not quite making contact. “Ah. Come on, Sammy. Do it.”
Sam’s mouth, pressed lightly to Dean’s skin, curled in a grin.
“Fuck. Sam. Please.”
And Sam breathed out again, extended his tongue, and licked a slow stripe up the center of Dean’s perfect ass.
Dean groaned, spreading his legs wider, giving Sam access.
Sam brought his hands up to cradle his ass, and spread it wider. The pink on Dean’s face deepened, as Sam just looked at him, all the lights still on. “Sammy?”
“Shhh.” Sam kept looking. “Jesus, Dean. You’re fucking beautiful everywhere.”
Dean blushed beet red.
Sam swiped his tongue again, curling in a slow sweet circle around Dean’s hole. “Just… pink and tight and perfect.” The shiver that ran through Dean did not start where Sam had his tongue, or in his cock. It issued from somewhere deep inside him, flooded through him, as Sam opened him up under the unforgiving electric light, looked at the most intimate part of his body, and declared it beautiful.
What Sam did next can only be described as worship. His hands stroked the twin globes of Dean’s ass like it was a priceless work of art. His tongue and lips prayed to Dean, whispered words of devotion and deathless love, licking what some call the most base part of the human body and trembling with the pleasure of it, licking inside him with soft moans that shivered through Dean from the inside. He made Dean dance on the tip of his tongue, hips undulating, muscles squeezing and releasing, sweat sheening his skin.
At long last, he withdrew his mouth, and suddenly there was the snick of the cap being opened, a faint splorch of lube squeezed out, and the cold, slick feeling of Sam’s finger pressed against Dean’s center.
Dean, soft and licked open, took Sam’s first finger effortlessly. He dropped his head to the mattress. “Sam.”
Sam licked the back of Dean’s thigh. “So…you like it when I talk dirty? Like you?”
“Yeah,” Dean gasped. “You gonna?”
“I want to do things you like. So yeah.” Sam’s teeth closed over his flesh gently, fucking Dean with his finger slowly. “And you like this.” In and out, slowly. “You always liked this.”
Dean inhaled sharply with surprise.
“I saw you.”
Dean looked over his shoulder in shock. A second finger joined the first, pressed against his entrance, insistent. Dean groaned again, bit his lip and let Sam in.
“I was little. You told me to take a nap, and you went downstairs.” Sam’s fingers, probing. “I was thirsty, and came out for a glass of water. I saw you.” Slick fingers, working inside Dean’s tightness. “On your knees. Bent over the recliner. Pants around your ankles. Your fingers in your ass.”
Dean gasped, staring at Sam. The expression on Sam’s face was hungry.
“It looked like it felt so good.” Sam’s fingers worked in him a little faster. “Did it, Dean?”
“Sammy…” Dean gasped.
“Did it feel good, Dean? Fingering your own ass? Just like I’m doing right now?”
“Jesus, Sammy.” Dean pushed back against Sam’s fingers. “Yeah.”
“I thought so. Because I saw you another time too. That place in Tucson? With the courtyard and the sliding glass doors?”
Dean closed his eyes, knowing exactly what Sam meant.
“You didn’t hear me come in the main door. You were on the floor of the living room in front of the TV. On your back, holding your legs back against your chest, shorts pulled back just far enough to get your hand up there. Fingering yourself nice and slow.” Two fingers, working Dean, slippery and strong. “Just like this.”
Dean arched his back, little sounds coming out of his throat.
“I stood there in the courtyard and I watched you. God, you took your time. And when you finally grabbed your dick…
“Sammy…”
“I did too.”
“Oh god,” Dean groaned.
“I watched you. Did what you did. Jacked my cock just like you were doing.”
“Sammy… did you… did you come?”
“Right when you did. Came all over myself.”
Dean cried out, writhed on Sam’s fingers, cunning and strong, working deep inside him.
“Do I do it good, Dean? Like you like it?”
“Yeah. So good.”
Sam stood, fingers still inside Dean, leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Were you thinking about me, Dean?”
Dean blew a sharp breath out of his nose.
Sam’s mouth, warm against the sensitive skin at the back of his ear. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” Dean practically sobbed. “Yes.”
Sam crawled onto the bed, still fully dressed except for his bare feet, urging Dean up onto the bed next to him on his back, and pulled his legs apart wide. He plunged his fingers back inside Dean. “Yeah? Imagined…what? It was my fingers inside you?” Dean blinked rapidly. “My cock?”
“Both.”
Sam’s smile was more wicked and worldly than Dean would have thought possible. “My fingers AND my cock? Bad boy.”
Dean undulated in a full-body shiver. “I meant… both, like…”
Sam laughed softly. “I know what you meant.” He brought the third finger up, pressed it against Dean’s entrance. “But I bet you’d like that. Huh.” He pressed into Dean. The tight outer ring resisted, then yielded, letting the tips of all three fingers slip inside him. “Me stretching you out like that.” Dean gripped the base of his cock and squeezed hard, staving off the orgasm that threatened to roar through him from what Sam was saying.
Sam licked the salt from Dean’s neck. “God, Dean. I want to fuck you. So bad. You have no idea how much.” Sam moved his fingers in and out, delicately, letting Dean adjust, open to him.
Dean shifted, grinding against Sam’s cock, huge and hard, against his hip. “I can guess,” he gasped.
The tip of Sam’s tongue traced little circles behind Dean’s ear. “’S this what you wanted? Me talking dirty like you do to me? Make me go fucking crazy like you do? Telling you how bad I wanted to fuck you?” A little deeper, past the inner ring. The feeling, the sight of Sam, completely dressed, pressed up against Dean, completely naked, Sam’s fingers filling him, was almost too pleasurable to bear.
Dean bit his lip. “Yeah.”
Sam fucked his fingers into Dean a little deeper, a little harder. Dean opened to him like he’d been aching for this for weeks. And he had.
“You want to hear how bad I want to put my cock in your ass?”
“Yes. Christ. Yes.”
Suddenly Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s, hard and demanding, tongue plunging past his lips, claiming Dean. Suddenly, his fingers were slamming into Dean, driving a cry of pleasure from Dean’s lips, drinking it down like water. And again. And again. Dean raised his hips, fucked himself down on Sam, fucking back as hard as Sam shoved his fingers into him. When he felt the hard curve of the silver ring at the base of Sam’s third finger pressed tight against his entrance, he cried out sharply.
“Gonna come from this, Dean? From your baby brother’s fingers in your ass?” Sam’s voice was low, sibilant. “Just like you used to dream about?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy, please…” Dean writhed and spread his thighs as wide as he could, impaled on Sam’s fingers, not caring how shameless and needy he looked, how the desperate quaver in his voice gave his neediness away.
Sam’s fingers slowed. Stopped. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock.”
Dean fought to catch his breath. “Then fuck me.”
Sam stripped off his clothes, and lay back on the bed. He slicked up his cock nice and wet, and tugged Dean over. “Want you to ride my cock.”
Dean’s nostrils flared. “I’m gonna die. You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
“Come on. Do it.”
Dean threw his leg over Sam and straddled him. Sam held his cock steady, and Dean positioned himself so that the head was right at his entrance. He sank down, and his head fell forward.“Oh god.”
Sam’s expression switched in a microsecond from pleasure-soft to worry. “Am I hurting you? Dean–“
“No.” Dean smiled. “Not that kind of ‘oh god.’” He swiped his tongue over his lower lip.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Sam’s expression remained worried.
Dean leaned forward and smoothed Sam’s hair back. “Shh.. it’s ok. I’m ok.”
Sam’s breathing sped up. “Don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was thin, small. Scared.
“Hey. Hey. It’s ok.” Dean shifted so that Sam was no longer poised to enter him. “Shh, baby boy. You’re not hurting me. Ok?” He stroked Sam’s face. “Look at me.” Sam obeyed, and the fear in his eyes lanced through Dean. “I want this. Ok?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I need you. Like this.”
Sam’s expression softened, but Dean could still see the flicker of panic behind his eyes. And then Dean remembered, back what felt like a thousand years ago, when he lay with Sam and asked him, wordlessly, where the man with the dark powers to cause pain had made Sam feel the sensation of electroshock torture. Remembered how Sam had indicated yes when he touched his inner thighs. His cock.
The memory called up a powerful urge to protect Sam, to throw his body in front of anything that might come to hurt him. Right alongside this need to protect his Sam was the knowledge that Sam remembered this pain, and was now shaking with fear that he might be causing Dean pain in an intimate part of his body.
Dean kissed Sam like it was the last act as he lay dying. He drove every shred of love he felt for him into that kiss.
And Sam gasped, softened, stilled, feeling it flow through him.
“There you go, sweetheart.” Dean stroked Sam’s face. “Nobody’s gonna get hurt. Ok? You’re not gonna hurt me. And nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m around.” He kissed Sam again, fueled by a new kind of hunger. He pressed himself down so his chest and belly was tight against Sam’s, forearms braced against Sam’s sides, hands gripping his shoulders, as though he was shielding him. “Let me. Ok?” He moved so that Sam was against pressed against his entrance. “Sammy. I need this. Need you inside me. Come on, baby. Let me.”
And Sam could refuse Dean nothing. Certainly not something Dean asked for like that.
Dean took Sam’s mouth in his, brought his tongue between Sam’s lips, and slowly thrust it inside, just as he took Sam’s cock inside him and slowly sank down on it. Dean took Sam in, his silken heat stretching around him, surrounding him. When he felt the bandage covering his initials brush the skin of his inner thigh, taking Sam to the base, his skin erupted with a sheen of sweat, and he shook. “S’ok, Sam. Doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”
Sam examined his face for any signs of discomfort, and relaxed to see not so much as a flicker of pain. The fluttering panic was almost gone, but Dean could still sense its movement.
“I got you.” Dean held still, calves sealed to the outer edge of Sam’s legs, muscular thighs stretched wide over him, strong back shielding Sam, powerful arms holding him, his body enveloping Sam’s cock, holding it snug and safe inside his flesh. Protecting him. “I got you.”
His hands drifted, touching down lightly, so gently. He brought his face lower, right over Sam’s cheek, almost touching, and blinked. Sam gasped at the feel of Dean’s long eyelashes brushing against his skin. Dean drew his lashes over Sam’s skin, blinking slowly, ghosting them over his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, and finally, his mouth, each brush of the lashes impossibly soft like the slow flutter of butterfly wings.
“Dean.” Sam’s face was lit up, words aching to be said but the language to convey them lost. All that remained was the first word he ever uttered. The last word he would ever breathe. “Dean.”
Dean began to move, circling his hips, rotating on Sam’s cock, unwilling to let an inch of his skin lose contact with Sam’s. “You feel so good, Sammy.” He kissed Sam again, teasing the seam of his lips with his tongue. “So good inside me like this.” Sam ran his hand up Dean’s flanks, gripped his hips. Dean finally lifted up, raising his hips, gripping Sam’s cock so tight his inner flesh pulled against Sam’s cock, driving a surprised gasp out of him. He sank back down, sheathing Sam inside his body, then rose back up again, his tightness tugging at Sam.
Sam gasped, and arched his back.
“You like that, baby boy?” Dean licked the sweat from Sam’s chest. “Tell me.” His voice softened. “I need to hear it, Sammy.”
Sam heard it, the shimmer of insecurity in Dean’s voice. He cradled Dean’s head in his huge hands. “I love it.”
Dean brought his mouth down, and then they spoke to each other only in sound and flesh, the scent of each other filling their senses. Sam finally pushed Dean back so he was sitting upright, and wrapped both hands, still slick with lube, around Dean’s cock, holding his fingers in a tight ring, and pumped them up and down, never letting the head of Dean’s cock emerge from the top end, surrounding him completely just like Dean’s body surrounded Sam’s cock.
Dean threw his head back with a cry. “Fuck. Sammy. That feels just like I’m…Jesus.”
Sam was inside Dean, and the way Sam gripped Dean felt like Dean was also inside Sam, at the same time.
“Dean. Oh god. Dean.” Sam bucked his hips upward in the way Dean had learned meant he was on the verge.
“Come on, Sammy. Come inside me.”
Sam thrashed and cried out and then stilled, the world narrowing (expanding?) to only Dean, only his flesh inside Dean’s flesh, to the keen pleasure shivering his whole body to pieces, melting him into liquid, and injecting him inside the body of the man he loved.
Dean felt Sam come, felt each pulse of fluid throbbing across the tight ring of muscle, felt each wet spurt inside him, his rise and fall slicker now. He thrust into Sam’s clenched fists, the pleasure about to crest over him so intense he laughed, and then cried out, silver fireworks bursting behind his eyes, his whole body jolting and shuddering with each electric flash. Sam nearly screamed as Dean’s muscles clenched on him, sucking an aftershock out of him shorter and sharper than the initial orgasm, spilling another loose, lazy spurt of come deep inside Dean.
Dean collapsed forward, all he could do to hold his weight off Sam. They shivered and gasped for breath.
Dean refused to move until Sam softened and slipped out of him on its own. Then he toppled onto his back with a sigh. Sam picked up the towel, paused for a moment, then rose and went into the bathroom. He returned and handed the towel to Dean, now warm and damp. Dean blinked at the unexpected gesture, and cleaned himself up. Sam did the same with the second towel.
Sam handed Dean the glass of water. He drank gratefully.
“You, uh, you ok?”
Dean laughed softly. “If I’m walking funny tomorrow, I won’t mind. I promise.”
Sam swallowed some water, pulled the blankets down, and settled in beneath them next to Dean. They lay in silence for a long time, just listening to each other breathe.
“Hey, Sammy?” Dean nuzzled Sam’s neck. “Anything you ever want to try. I’m down. No limits. I mean it.” He trailed his fingers over Sam’s chest. “I mean… I was your first. And I can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else.”
Sam’s eyes widened in horror. “I don’t want to.”
Dean exhaled a deep sigh of relief. “So if I’m the only person you’re ever going to be with, I don’t want you to miss out…or regret just being with me.”
“I would never–“Sam began.
“You know what I mean.” Dean stroked Sam’s hair. “I want to give you everything. So just know that. Ok? Whatever comes into your head that floats your boat, we can do it.”
“Anything?” Sam whispered.
“Anything. You can wear a dress. I’ll wear a dress. Wig. Makeup. Toys. Role playing–any kind. I mean…ANY kind.” Sam’s face lit up with a surprised curiosity at that. “Spanking. Hell, I’ll suck on your damn toes if that gets you off, Sammy.” Dean tipped Sam’s face up and make sure he was looking Dean in the eyes. “If I’m your one and only, I gotta be everything all in one for you.”
Sam ran his hand down Dean’s back. “All I need is this. Just you.”
“Sam. We’re in it for life. Right?”
Sam laughed, eyes lighting up. “Yeah.”
“I’m gonna make sure we live a long, long time. So, we’re talkin’ more fifty years together. At least. I’m gonna make sure you’re damn happy with me. So if you want me to sprinkle you with soy sauce and hang you over a hibachi, I promise you I won’t bat an eye. Ok?”
Sam sucked in a breath through his nose. “Ok.” His shoulders shook, as he tried to repress his laughter. “…hibachi?”
Dean shrugged. “Something I read about once. Japanese guy had a fetish for being treated like teriyaki chicken.” Sam’s jaw hung open. “For real. So just know that when I say anything, I mean it. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for something. No matter how weird you think I’ll think it is.”
Sam murmured a sleepy assent, and curled up behind Dean, his right hand sealed over his amulet. Dean nestled into Sam’s arms and fell asleep holding Sam’s hand, their twin rings touching.
Author:
justinedelargeFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 3260
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters.
Summary: Dean keeps his promise to Sam.
Sam held the green plastic water pistol in his hands while Dean got himself ready in the privacy of the bathroom. Gonna have to tell me how bad you want to fuck me, sweetheart. Tell me how much you want to put your cock in my ass. His palms, damp from anticipation, stuck to the hard plastic grip.
Finally, Dean emerged, wearing nothing at all. He stood in the hallway, naked, letting Sam look at him, his cheeks lit with a faint blush of pink. “Hey. You coming?” He nodded toward the bedroom. Sam set the water pistol down and came to him.
When he walked into the bedroom, Dean was bent over, setting two hand towels and a glass of water on Sam’s bedside table, the cords of muscle on his back standing out. Sam made a small noise deep in his throat.
Dean turned his head, and the pink tinge on his cheeks deepened. Sam’s eyes drank in the sight of Dean from behind, moving up his hard calves, strong thighs, his tight, muscular ass.
Dean smiled at the avid expression on Sam’s face. Before he knew it, Sam’s hands were on him, turning him, pushing his back down gently so Dean was bent over, palms flat on the bed, Sam kneeling behind him. And then Sam’s mouth was on him, moving softly over the curve of his ass, nibbling and licking. Dean gasped.
Sam trailed the tip of his tongue and his open mouth all over, drifting down the back of Dean’s thighs, over the curve of his ass again, ghosting over the crack of his ass, breathing out warm air, making Dean shiver. But not quite making contact. “Ah. Come on, Sammy. Do it.”
Sam’s mouth, pressed lightly to Dean’s skin, curled in a grin.
“Fuck. Sam. Please.”
And Sam breathed out again, extended his tongue, and licked a slow stripe up the center of Dean’s perfect ass.
Dean groaned, spreading his legs wider, giving Sam access.
Sam brought his hands up to cradle his ass, and spread it wider. The pink on Dean’s face deepened, as Sam just looked at him, all the lights still on. “Sammy?”
“Shhh.” Sam kept looking. “Jesus, Dean. You’re fucking beautiful everywhere.”
Dean blushed beet red.
Sam swiped his tongue again, curling in a slow sweet circle around Dean’s hole. “Just… pink and tight and perfect.” The shiver that ran through Dean did not start where Sam had his tongue, or in his cock. It issued from somewhere deep inside him, flooded through him, as Sam opened him up under the unforgiving electric light, looked at the most intimate part of his body, and declared it beautiful.
What Sam did next can only be described as worship. His hands stroked the twin globes of Dean’s ass like it was a priceless work of art. His tongue and lips prayed to Dean, whispered words of devotion and deathless love, licking what some call the most base part of the human body and trembling with the pleasure of it, licking inside him with soft moans that shivered through Dean from the inside. He made Dean dance on the tip of his tongue, hips undulating, muscles squeezing and releasing, sweat sheening his skin.
At long last, he withdrew his mouth, and suddenly there was the snick of the cap being opened, a faint splorch of lube squeezed out, and the cold, slick feeling of Sam’s finger pressed against Dean’s center.
Dean, soft and licked open, took Sam’s first finger effortlessly. He dropped his head to the mattress. “Sam.”
Sam licked the back of Dean’s thigh. “So…you like it when I talk dirty? Like you?”
“Yeah,” Dean gasped. “You gonna?”
“I want to do things you like. So yeah.” Sam’s teeth closed over his flesh gently, fucking Dean with his finger slowly. “And you like this.” In and out, slowly. “You always liked this.”
Dean inhaled sharply with surprise.
“I saw you.”
Dean looked over his shoulder in shock. A second finger joined the first, pressed against his entrance, insistent. Dean groaned again, bit his lip and let Sam in.
“I was little. You told me to take a nap, and you went downstairs.” Sam’s fingers, probing. “I was thirsty, and came out for a glass of water. I saw you.” Slick fingers, working inside Dean’s tightness. “On your knees. Bent over the recliner. Pants around your ankles. Your fingers in your ass.”
Dean gasped, staring at Sam. The expression on Sam’s face was hungry.
“It looked like it felt so good.” Sam’s fingers worked in him a little faster. “Did it, Dean?”
“Sammy…” Dean gasped.
“Did it feel good, Dean? Fingering your own ass? Just like I’m doing right now?”
“Jesus, Sammy.” Dean pushed back against Sam’s fingers. “Yeah.”
“I thought so. Because I saw you another time too. That place in Tucson? With the courtyard and the sliding glass doors?”
Dean closed his eyes, knowing exactly what Sam meant.
“You didn’t hear me come in the main door. You were on the floor of the living room in front of the TV. On your back, holding your legs back against your chest, shorts pulled back just far enough to get your hand up there. Fingering yourself nice and slow.” Two fingers, working Dean, slippery and strong. “Just like this.”
Dean arched his back, little sounds coming out of his throat.
“I stood there in the courtyard and I watched you. God, you took your time. And when you finally grabbed your dick…
“Sammy…”
“I did too.”
“Oh god,” Dean groaned.
“I watched you. Did what you did. Jacked my cock just like you were doing.”
“Sammy… did you… did you come?”
“Right when you did. Came all over myself.”
Dean cried out, writhed on Sam’s fingers, cunning and strong, working deep inside him.
“Do I do it good, Dean? Like you like it?”
“Yeah. So good.”
Sam stood, fingers still inside Dean, leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Were you thinking about me, Dean?”
Dean blew a sharp breath out of his nose.
Sam’s mouth, warm against the sensitive skin at the back of his ear. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” Dean practically sobbed. “Yes.”
Sam crawled onto the bed, still fully dressed except for his bare feet, urging Dean up onto the bed next to him on his back, and pulled his legs apart wide. He plunged his fingers back inside Dean. “Yeah? Imagined…what? It was my fingers inside you?” Dean blinked rapidly. “My cock?”
“Both.”
Sam’s smile was more wicked and worldly than Dean would have thought possible. “My fingers AND my cock? Bad boy.”
Dean undulated in a full-body shiver. “I meant… both, like…”
Sam laughed softly. “I know what you meant.” He brought the third finger up, pressed it against Dean’s entrance. “But I bet you’d like that. Huh.” He pressed into Dean. The tight outer ring resisted, then yielded, letting the tips of all three fingers slip inside him. “Me stretching you out like that.” Dean gripped the base of his cock and squeezed hard, staving off the orgasm that threatened to roar through him from what Sam was saying.
Sam licked the salt from Dean’s neck. “God, Dean. I want to fuck you. So bad. You have no idea how much.” Sam moved his fingers in and out, delicately, letting Dean adjust, open to him.
Dean shifted, grinding against Sam’s cock, huge and hard, against his hip. “I can guess,” he gasped.
The tip of Sam’s tongue traced little circles behind Dean’s ear. “’S this what you wanted? Me talking dirty like you do to me? Make me go fucking crazy like you do? Telling you how bad I wanted to fuck you?” A little deeper, past the inner ring. The feeling, the sight of Sam, completely dressed, pressed up against Dean, completely naked, Sam’s fingers filling him, was almost too pleasurable to bear.
Dean bit his lip. “Yeah.”
Sam fucked his fingers into Dean a little deeper, a little harder. Dean opened to him like he’d been aching for this for weeks. And he had.
“You want to hear how bad I want to put my cock in your ass?”
“Yes. Christ. Yes.”
Suddenly Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s, hard and demanding, tongue plunging past his lips, claiming Dean. Suddenly, his fingers were slamming into Dean, driving a cry of pleasure from Dean’s lips, drinking it down like water. And again. And again. Dean raised his hips, fucked himself down on Sam, fucking back as hard as Sam shoved his fingers into him. When he felt the hard curve of the silver ring at the base of Sam’s third finger pressed tight against his entrance, he cried out sharply.
“Gonna come from this, Dean? From your baby brother’s fingers in your ass?” Sam’s voice was low, sibilant. “Just like you used to dream about?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy, please…” Dean writhed and spread his thighs as wide as he could, impaled on Sam’s fingers, not caring how shameless and needy he looked, how the desperate quaver in his voice gave his neediness away.
Sam’s fingers slowed. Stopped. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock.”
Dean fought to catch his breath. “Then fuck me.”
Sam stripped off his clothes, and lay back on the bed. He slicked up his cock nice and wet, and tugged Dean over. “Want you to ride my cock.”
Dean’s nostrils flared. “I’m gonna die. You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
“Come on. Do it.”
Dean threw his leg over Sam and straddled him. Sam held his cock steady, and Dean positioned himself so that the head was right at his entrance. He sank down, and his head fell forward.“Oh god.”
Sam’s expression switched in a microsecond from pleasure-soft to worry. “Am I hurting you? Dean–“
“No.” Dean smiled. “Not that kind of ‘oh god.’” He swiped his tongue over his lower lip.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Sam’s expression remained worried.
Dean leaned forward and smoothed Sam’s hair back. “Shh.. it’s ok. I’m ok.”
Sam’s breathing sped up. “Don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was thin, small. Scared.
“Hey. Hey. It’s ok.” Dean shifted so that Sam was no longer poised to enter him. “Shh, baby boy. You’re not hurting me. Ok?” He stroked Sam’s face. “Look at me.” Sam obeyed, and the fear in his eyes lanced through Dean. “I want this. Ok?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I need you. Like this.”
Sam’s expression softened, but Dean could still see the flicker of panic behind his eyes. And then Dean remembered, back what felt like a thousand years ago, when he lay with Sam and asked him, wordlessly, where the man with the dark powers to cause pain had made Sam feel the sensation of electroshock torture. Remembered how Sam had indicated yes when he touched his inner thighs. His cock.
The memory called up a powerful urge to protect Sam, to throw his body in front of anything that might come to hurt him. Right alongside this need to protect his Sam was the knowledge that Sam remembered this pain, and was now shaking with fear that he might be causing Dean pain in an intimate part of his body.
Dean kissed Sam like it was the last act as he lay dying. He drove every shred of love he felt for him into that kiss.
And Sam gasped, softened, stilled, feeling it flow through him.
“There you go, sweetheart.” Dean stroked Sam’s face. “Nobody’s gonna get hurt. Ok? You’re not gonna hurt me. And nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m around.” He kissed Sam again, fueled by a new kind of hunger. He pressed himself down so his chest and belly was tight against Sam’s, forearms braced against Sam’s sides, hands gripping his shoulders, as though he was shielding him. “Let me. Ok?” He moved so that Sam was against pressed against his entrance. “Sammy. I need this. Need you inside me. Come on, baby. Let me.”
And Sam could refuse Dean nothing. Certainly not something Dean asked for like that.
Dean took Sam’s mouth in his, brought his tongue between Sam’s lips, and slowly thrust it inside, just as he took Sam’s cock inside him and slowly sank down on it. Dean took Sam in, his silken heat stretching around him, surrounding him. When he felt the bandage covering his initials brush the skin of his inner thigh, taking Sam to the base, his skin erupted with a sheen of sweat, and he shook. “S’ok, Sam. Doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”
Sam examined his face for any signs of discomfort, and relaxed to see not so much as a flicker of pain. The fluttering panic was almost gone, but Dean could still sense its movement.
“I got you.” Dean held still, calves sealed to the outer edge of Sam’s legs, muscular thighs stretched wide over him, strong back shielding Sam, powerful arms holding him, his body enveloping Sam’s cock, holding it snug and safe inside his flesh. Protecting him. “I got you.”
His hands drifted, touching down lightly, so gently. He brought his face lower, right over Sam’s cheek, almost touching, and blinked. Sam gasped at the feel of Dean’s long eyelashes brushing against his skin. Dean drew his lashes over Sam’s skin, blinking slowly, ghosting them over his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, and finally, his mouth, each brush of the lashes impossibly soft like the slow flutter of butterfly wings.
“Dean.” Sam’s face was lit up, words aching to be said but the language to convey them lost. All that remained was the first word he ever uttered. The last word he would ever breathe. “Dean.”
Dean began to move, circling his hips, rotating on Sam’s cock, unwilling to let an inch of his skin lose contact with Sam’s. “You feel so good, Sammy.” He kissed Sam again, teasing the seam of his lips with his tongue. “So good inside me like this.” Sam ran his hand up Dean’s flanks, gripped his hips. Dean finally lifted up, raising his hips, gripping Sam’s cock so tight his inner flesh pulled against Sam’s cock, driving a surprised gasp out of him. He sank back down, sheathing Sam inside his body, then rose back up again, his tightness tugging at Sam.
Sam gasped, and arched his back.
“You like that, baby boy?” Dean licked the sweat from Sam’s chest. “Tell me.” His voice softened. “I need to hear it, Sammy.”
Sam heard it, the shimmer of insecurity in Dean’s voice. He cradled Dean’s head in his huge hands. “I love it.”
Dean brought his mouth down, and then they spoke to each other only in sound and flesh, the scent of each other filling their senses. Sam finally pushed Dean back so he was sitting upright, and wrapped both hands, still slick with lube, around Dean’s cock, holding his fingers in a tight ring, and pumped them up and down, never letting the head of Dean’s cock emerge from the top end, surrounding him completely just like Dean’s body surrounded Sam’s cock.
Dean threw his head back with a cry. “Fuck. Sammy. That feels just like I’m…Jesus.”
Sam was inside Dean, and the way Sam gripped Dean felt like Dean was also inside Sam, at the same time.
“Dean. Oh god. Dean.” Sam bucked his hips upward in the way Dean had learned meant he was on the verge.
“Come on, Sammy. Come inside me.”
Sam thrashed and cried out and then stilled, the world narrowing (expanding?) to only Dean, only his flesh inside Dean’s flesh, to the keen pleasure shivering his whole body to pieces, melting him into liquid, and injecting him inside the body of the man he loved.
Dean felt Sam come, felt each pulse of fluid throbbing across the tight ring of muscle, felt each wet spurt inside him, his rise and fall slicker now. He thrust into Sam’s clenched fists, the pleasure about to crest over him so intense he laughed, and then cried out, silver fireworks bursting behind his eyes, his whole body jolting and shuddering with each electric flash. Sam nearly screamed as Dean’s muscles clenched on him, sucking an aftershock out of him shorter and sharper than the initial orgasm, spilling another loose, lazy spurt of come deep inside Dean.
Dean collapsed forward, all he could do to hold his weight off Sam. They shivered and gasped for breath.
Dean refused to move until Sam softened and slipped out of him on its own. Then he toppled onto his back with a sigh. Sam picked up the towel, paused for a moment, then rose and went into the bathroom. He returned and handed the towel to Dean, now warm and damp. Dean blinked at the unexpected gesture, and cleaned himself up. Sam did the same with the second towel.
Sam handed Dean the glass of water. He drank gratefully.
“You, uh, you ok?”
Dean laughed softly. “If I’m walking funny tomorrow, I won’t mind. I promise.”
Sam swallowed some water, pulled the blankets down, and settled in beneath them next to Dean. They lay in silence for a long time, just listening to each other breathe.
“Hey, Sammy?” Dean nuzzled Sam’s neck. “Anything you ever want to try. I’m down. No limits. I mean it.” He trailed his fingers over Sam’s chest. “I mean… I was your first. And I can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else.”
Sam’s eyes widened in horror. “I don’t want to.”
Dean exhaled a deep sigh of relief. “So if I’m the only person you’re ever going to be with, I don’t want you to miss out…or regret just being with me.”
“I would never–“Sam began.
“You know what I mean.” Dean stroked Sam’s hair. “I want to give you everything. So just know that. Ok? Whatever comes into your head that floats your boat, we can do it.”
“Anything?” Sam whispered.
“Anything. You can wear a dress. I’ll wear a dress. Wig. Makeup. Toys. Role playing–any kind. I mean…ANY kind.” Sam’s face lit up with a surprised curiosity at that. “Spanking. Hell, I’ll suck on your damn toes if that gets you off, Sammy.” Dean tipped Sam’s face up and make sure he was looking Dean in the eyes. “If I’m your one and only, I gotta be everything all in one for you.”
Sam ran his hand down Dean’s back. “All I need is this. Just you.”
“Sam. We’re in it for life. Right?”
Sam laughed, eyes lighting up. “Yeah.”
“I’m gonna make sure we live a long, long time. So, we’re talkin’ more fifty years together. At least. I’m gonna make sure you’re damn happy with me. So if you want me to sprinkle you with soy sauce and hang you over a hibachi, I promise you I won’t bat an eye. Ok?”
Sam sucked in a breath through his nose. “Ok.” His shoulders shook, as he tried to repress his laughter. “…hibachi?”
Dean shrugged. “Something I read about once. Japanese guy had a fetish for being treated like teriyaki chicken.” Sam’s jaw hung open. “For real. So just know that when I say anything, I mean it. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for something. No matter how weird you think I’ll think it is.”
Sam murmured a sleepy assent, and curled up behind Dean, his right hand sealed over his amulet. Dean nestled into Sam’s arms and fell asleep holding Sam’s hand, their twin rings touching.
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Date: 2013-05-21 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-21 02:02 am (UTC)I fully intend to start writing original novels and carve out this sweet little niche for myself.
But seriously, thank you so much.
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Date: 2013-05-21 02:32 am (UTC)Great updates, and great way of applying Dean's protectiveness.
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Date: 2013-05-21 03:17 am (UTC)I am just loving this series. I always get excited when I see you've posted an installment. It's gorgeous.
I feel like I should buy you flowers or a fruit basket or something.
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Date: 2013-05-21 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-21 12:04 pm (UTC)*thud*
<3
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Date: 2013-05-22 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-21 12:52 pm (UTC)And then the panic. I know I've commented on it numerous times- but Sam's healing process is the best thing I've ever read from anyone, ever. It's perfect and raw and terrifying and speaks so close to home it brings me to tears.
The fact that you've stayed so true to THEM, to the protective-to-death-Dean and the loving-adoring-little-brother-Sam while making them evolve and grow is both bizarre and fascinating in a way that I'm completely awed at you for.
I just...
Well. I don't even know anymore. It was perfect. It's all perfect- largely in the fact that it's not... Because my 'perfect' fic certainly wouldn't have mention of a kink of being a terryaki chicken in it, but yet it was so suited to the story????
Thanks for sharing this- for making rimming as intimate as a first kiss and the knowledge of 'forever' more intense than I thought possible.
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Date: 2013-05-22 06:48 pm (UTC)And isn't it funny how perfect things often have something totally unexpected in them? :)
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Date: 2013-05-22 07:47 pm (UTC)(also, it was so amazing how Dean brought it up! They are never ever going to want anyone else <3 <3 <3, so they have to do EVERYTHING :)
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Date: 2013-05-21 09:08 pm (UTC)Also, the fact that Dean is (hopefully!) Sam's first and last and only makes me just melt into a puddle of happy goo, I have such a thing for them only ever being each other's, always. *sighs* And that last image with their twin rings touching just summed it all up perfectly for me.
Thank you for yet another beautiful chapter.
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Date: 2013-05-24 04:46 pm (UTC)I loved this line: “If I’m your one and only, I gotta be everything all in one for you.” I know he said it there in sexual connotation, but with these two, everything takes on a deeper meaning. Dean really does want to be everything all in one for Sam.
I love the love and that deep soul bonding that's canon you keep here - it makes the story so much more wonderful and while hot with the yummy of the boys, it's about how love can save the day, I think.
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Date: 2013-12-08 08:58 am (UTC)I have no words...just amazing x