Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-12-11 03:36 am
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Sam hadn't been gone an hour and that alone should alert Dean to something being wrong. Today should have been a long one--full of late classes and maybe meeting with friends after and getting in just in time to see his big brother off in time for work. Maybe give him something more than just a goodbye kiss, if they were both feeling up for it.
But it wasn't the case today. Sam was running in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He looked breathless and flushed, like he'd been running and wide-eyed... maybe even scared. He didn't know if Dean would be awake or still resting up before work, but maybe the ruckus would have startled him. Either way, plans had changed, things had gone to shit like he'd feared they would right from the start.
Maybe he'd cry if every instinct in him wasn't screaming to run, to hide, and maybe to protect his big brother, protect them. Oh god, they'd need protecting too.
"Dean!" he called out, moving towards the bedroom. "Dean, we need to talk, now."
God, what were they going to do... this was so bad.
Everyone... God, everyone he knew and even people he didn't-- they knew. They knew and there was everything from disgust to filthy comments that had his stomach turning to... oh god, just everything. Even offers to help him get help of some kind to questioning if Dean was making him do this somehow because who could possibly fuck their own sibling willingly--which nearly got him to lose his temper.
That's when he left.
But that wasn't even the end more disturbing news. There was so much more than that.
But it wasn't the case today. Sam was running in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He looked breathless and flushed, like he'd been running and wide-eyed... maybe even scared. He didn't know if Dean would be awake or still resting up before work, but maybe the ruckus would have startled him. Either way, plans had changed, things had gone to shit like he'd feared they would right from the start.
Maybe he'd cry if every instinct in him wasn't screaming to run, to hide, and maybe to protect his big brother, protect them. Oh god, they'd need protecting too.
"Dean!" he called out, moving towards the bedroom. "Dean, we need to talk, now."
God, what were they going to do... this was so bad.
Everyone... God, everyone he knew and even people he didn't-- they knew. They knew and there was everything from disgust to filthy comments that had his stomach turning to... oh god, just everything. Even offers to help him get help of some kind to questioning if Dean was making him do this somehow because who could possibly fuck their own sibling willingly--which nearly got him to lose his temper.
That's when he left.
But that wasn't even the end more disturbing news. There was so much more than that.
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He moaned softly against his lips, pressing back against those fingers and in to grind against Dean as he let that kiss linger. God, they shouldn't be doing this probably, but he couldn't bring himself to give it up.
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The way Sam was moving and moaning like that just made him want to give him even more.
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When the kiss was ended, he lapped at the other's lips teasingly, his breath heavy and his eyes half-lidded. "Dean..."
He squirmed a little back against those fingers. Wasn't the same without the lube, but it wasn't bad. Right now, he was just eager for anything anyway, as long as it was Dean giving it to him. "Love you."
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It took longer than usual usual, but when Dean felt Sam ready for more he gently withdrew his fingers and nudged him to turn around.
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He turned his head away, forehead pressing against the shower wall, eyes drifting shut at those words. It was sappy and stupid how it made his stomach flip, something in his chest tighten. "... God, Dean--" He let out a soft breath. "Always got me... Don't want to lose you."
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"Oh, god... love the way you feel."
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"I love you. Love you so much." He kissed and nipped at Sam's shoulder. "Feel so good."
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"Just like that, Dean..." He bit at his lower lip, finally looking over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of him. "You feel so perfect..."
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His hand moved faster along Sam's length, squeezing a little more as it moved. Normally, this would be the point where he was leering and encouraging Sam to get loud, but he wasn't sure if that would be welcome anymore. Instead, he held on tighter and just panted his brother's name as he got closer to the edge.
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Knew his brother was getting closer and he rolled his hips back against him, into the hand on his cock, just losing himself in the sensations. "Love you... God, I love you."
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A moment later he was calling Sam's name a little louder, the thrusting of his hips going erratic even though his hand stayed steady on Sam's cock. He came hard, hips rocking into his brother as he rode out the waves.
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"Dean--" The name was more desperate, louder on his tongue, followed by a deep moan as he finally came, body going tense.
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When he felt Sam going still, he slowed his hand, but kept holding his softening cock gently. His hips thrust in once more and stayed buried deep and pressed close into Sam.
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"Mnh..."
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"Y'okay?"
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"You okay?"
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"Don't wanna get out..."
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"Glad we still have this, you know... Don't want to lose it."
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