Simon Says (lead-in to Gagging For It)

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Title: Simon Says
Author:justinedelarge
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Wincest. Dirty talk. 
Summary: Most of the Wincest I’ve been writing is actually part of a larger narrative, and they actually fall at various points on the timeline. I’m finding I have to write bits out of order as the inspiration comes to me. And this bit is just too good to not share it with y’all immediately.

Sam and Dean started their full relationship before Stanford. Dean does something he thinks is the right thing to do for Sam, but it breaks Sam’s heart and drives him to accept the Stanford offer. In Palo Alto, Sam takes up with a striking Brit named Simon (modeled after Tom Hiddleston as Loki, with the straight black hair), who is full on into BDSM, and takes Sam as his submissive. Sam loses himself in the scene and the training, giving expression to what he has always known about himself, and because it almost distracts him from the pain of not being with Dean. Then Simon pushes Sam’s kink too far, and Sam freaks out, calls Dean, and flees back to his dorm. Dean comes running (having been in the area because he’s made a point of only taking jobs in the Northern California area, unbeknownst to Sam), and is there within the hour. He’s just arrived, when Simon knocks at the door of Sam’s dorm.

This section falls on the timeline shortly before Gagging For It begins. 

Simon stood in the doorway. “Sam! Thank god you’re alright. You had me very worried.” He tried to make his way to Sam, but Dean’s forearm, pressed against his chest, blocked the way.

“Back off.” Dean’s voice was rich with implied menace.

“Sam. You need to let me help you. You know I’m the only one who can.”

“I said back off.” Dean shoved Simon against the wall and pressed the blade of his knife to his throat. “If you touch my brother again, I’ll kill you.”

Sam called out, “Dean! Dean. Put the knife down.”

Simon’s mouth hung open for a long moment. “You. You’re the Dean I’ve heard so much about.” He looked at Sam, full understanding blooming in his eyes. “His brother.”

Dean sheathed his knife reluctantly, doing as Sam asked. “Yeah, I’m his big brother. Who the fuck are you?”

Simon smirked. “I’m Sam’s—“

“—boyfriend,” Sam said quickly.

“Oh, I’m more than that, aren’t I, Sam?” Simon examined his nails casually, as though they were just having a polite and rather boring conversation in a coffeeshop.

Sam turned red, and leaned forward. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

Simon shook his head in a tsking motion, then turned the full force of his attention to Dean.“You see, Dean. It’s Dean, right? Well, you see, Dean, Sam is my sub.”

Dean cocked his head and stared at Sam. Sam turned his head away with a hissed inhalation of breath, and wouldn’t meet his gaze. “His…what?”

Simon moved into the room, a few steps closer to Sam. He spoke each word slowly, as though luxuriating in the sounds as they moved through his mouth. “My submissive. And oh my…such a sweet boy. So good. Takes everything I give him. Does whatever I say. Don’t you, Sam?”

Dean’s face flickered with a series of expressions: shock, then a blast of sheer desire, followed immediately by murderous jealousy.

Not one went unnoticed by Simon.

Dean took a deep breath. “Is that true? Sammy?”

Simon’s head jerked, looking from Dean to Sam and back again. “Interesting. He refuses to let me call him that.”

“Damn straight.” Dean shifted position, placing himself between Simon and Sam.

“Sammy. That’s only for you. Isn’t it, Dean.” The corner of Simon’s mouth twitched. “Your Sammy.”

“You don’t have the right to utter those fucking words in sequence.” Dean gripped the handle of his knife, fingertips dancing on the hilt unconsciously.

“Come to save him? To take your Sammy home? Are you quite sure? Sure he wants to, for one? And sure you wouldn’t really rather stay a while? Watch while I put him through his paces?” 

Dean was frozen in place, mesmerized by Simon’s command voice, resonant, honeyed, made more potent by his British accent. Mesmerized by it as so many others had been before him.

Simon took a few sauntering, deliberate steps, until he was right next to Dean.

Dean licked his lips, not even realizing he was doing it.

“That’s a nice belt you’re wearing, Dean. You know, your brother is quite the little pain slut. He genuinely, genuinely loves it. He loves the belt most of all. That snap right before you start always makes him practically shiver out of his skin.”

Dean shivered at Simon’s words, remembering the times he’d used the belt on teenaged Sam to keep him in line when Dad was absent. And he’d always doubled the belt first and snapped it, because he liked the sound, the crisp crack signaling what was to come, and because it made Sammy utter the sweetest, choked sound low in his throat.

Simon brushed his fingers over Dean’s belt buckle. “Take your belt off, Dean. I’ll show you. How to do it right.” Simon lifted his eyes, color changing in the light from blue to green, as though to meet the challenge glaring through Dean’s green ones. “I know something about you. I know you want to see. See how much he loves it.”

Dean swallowed hard, unable to deny what Simon was giving name to.

Simon cast a lingering glance on Sam. “And I know something about Sam. He hates me right now. Oh, I can feel how much he hates me. So angry with me for our little scene tonight. For what he discovered about himself.”

Sam flinched. Dean shot Sam a questioning look, heavy with concern. 

“But despite all that hate, all that anger, he wants me to do it. He wants me to pull that belt off you, and tell him to present himself, and he wants me to strap him while you watch, and he wants me to do this oh so very badly. Wants me to show you how much he can take.” Sam leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bracing his head in his visibly shaking hands. Dean stood transfixed, as though he was a snake under the spell of an adept charmer.

Simon continued, his voice a low, warm purr. “Do you know? I can make him come just from strapping him with the belt. I don’t even have to touch his cock.”

Dean’s voice dropped half an octave. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Simon stepped right up to Dean, body touching his. He breathed in Dean’s scent. Then he leaned close, his mouth right next to Dean’s ear, and breathed, “Oh, Dean. You wouldn’t believe the things your Sammy does for me.”

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