The Taste of You
Title: The Taste of You
Word count: 867
Warnings: Underage Sam and barely legal Dean because Sarah is a pervert. *whistles* unbeta'd
Disclaimer: My stories may be disturbing to some readers. Please read my journal disclaimer and all warnings. As always I own nothing :( it makes me sad. Everything belongs to The Kripke, lucky bastard.
Notes: This is for rah_ram because she wrote me Mike/Jensen :D Hope this doesn't suck too bad ;P The rest of my fics can be found here and at my fic comm eroticdiscord
This was torture.
This was torture and Sam was a damn sadist. It took every ounce of restraint to keep himself sitting in his chair; every part of him ached to move, touch, fuck but Sam had told him not to move and Dean had given is word. Anything Sammy wanted.
He was too hot, skin itching and flushed and he felt like he couldn’t get enough air. Sam was killing him; twisting him up and making him crazy and this shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t let it keep happening, but he couldn’t stop. Sam was his drug and Dean was hopelessly addicted.
Sam moaned softly, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he fisted his cock. Long slow jerks that ended with a twist over the head, smearing precome and shining his long fingers and Sammy was beautiful like this.
Dean’s fingers twitched against the chair’s arm rest and if he could just touch himself, just for a second or pop the buttons on his fly then maybe he could do this. Maybe he wouldn’t come in his pants because he was close, really fucking close.
“Jesus, Sammy.” Dean’s voice sounded wrecked, even to his own ears and he swallowed heavily. Sam’s back arched at the sound of his voice, knees falling open wider and Dean watched breathlessly as Sam slid two of his fingers into his mouth. A flash of pink tongue, spit slick and shining in the dim motel light and Dean felt his cock twitch; precome wetting the front of his jeans and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking forward.
Dean knew what Sam was going to do before he did it, knew exactly how his little brother liked it but when Sam drew his fingers out of his mouth and slid his hand between his open legs Dean’s heart almost stopped. He watched the shiny tips of Sam’s fingers circle and tease before pushing deep inside. Sam’s moans turned into soft whimpers and shuddering breathes as he worked his fingers in and out of his body, jerking himself harder and faster.
“Sam. Please.” Dean begged, eyes locked on the sight of his baby brother writhing on the bed. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. “Let me fuck you, you can’t – you gotta let me, Sammy.”
Dean tore his eyes away from his brother’s hands, long fingers and tight grip and Sam was so close. The picture of sin. Flushed cheeks, bangs wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead, bottom lip caught between his teeth in a futile attempt to keep quiet and when Sam slit his eyes open, hazel blown wide and staring straight at Dean the world could have crashed down around them, the armies of hell and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing mattered more than this.
Sam came hard and fast, body bucking as he painted his belly with long ropes of come. Dean made a pained strangled noise deep in his throat at the sight; nails digging into the arms of the chair, splinters biting and all he could do was watch. He’d never wanted Sam as much as he did right now and it was killing him to keep still, keep sitting when all he wanted to do was fuck Sam into the mattress.
Sam slowly withdrew his fingers, rubbing at the stretched muscle as he stared at Dean over his knees. Dean held his breath, blinking sweat out of his eyes as he watched his brother. Sam sat up slowly, dragging his hand through the come on his belly until his fingers shined with it. He stood knees shaky and breath still heavy as he crossed to where Dean was sitting. Dean watched him, the entire world narrowed down to just Sammy and he groaned as Sam slid up onto his lap and wiggled his ass down onto Dean’s pained hardon.
“Dean” Sam leaned in close, lips but a breath away from Dean’s. “You want to come?” and what sort of question was that??
“Fuck yeah.” Dean groaned, hips grinding up against his brother and it wasn’t enough. He needed more and Sam was just grinning ear to ear and it was frustrating as hell.
“Yeah.” Sam hummed softly, leaning back from Dean with a wicked smile as he reached up and trailed his fingers over Dean’s jaw. Come covered fingers smearing sticky over Dean’s skin to his lips. “Open up.” And Dean instantly obeyed. Mouth falling open as Sam shoved his fingers past Dean’s lips and into his mouth. “Come for me.” Sam purred into his ear, riding against Dean as he fucked his fingers in and out of Dean’s mouth. Dean sucked hard at Sam’s fingers, the taste of his brother exploding over his tongue and that was it. He was coming hard, hips bucking up against Sam as the world whited out.
“Hmmm” Sam bite gently at Dean’s bottom lip as the world slowly came back. “Think we have time for you to suck me off in the shower before Dad gets back?”
Dean laughed breathless, wrapping his arms around his little brother and pulling him in tight against his chest.
“Only one way to find out.”