Ficlet: Get Out the Map (SPN, Sam/Dean, NC-17)
This is one of the things I wrote for blindfold_spn, for the prompt "Sam/Dean; Sam fucks transgender!Dean for the first time. Male-female or female-male idc." So, uh, Dean was born female. This is just porn. No, seriously. (I'm actually really uncomfortable with the idea of being trans as a sexual kink, but I kind of love it as a plot kink for the Winchesters. So, maybe I'll write more of this that isn't porn sometime.) Title and cut-tag from the Indigo Girls.
Sam doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what you're supposed to do when you're fucking a guy, what you're supposed to do when you're fucking your sister-cum-brother-cum... person who jacks you off in the passenger seat of the Impala and makes you rub him through his jeans until he comes too. There's no road map to this one, no instructions except Dean's low, growling moans, muffled by the pillow, as Sam's tongue sweeps him from clit to tailbone.
Sam holds Dean's thighs wider, feels the hard muscle strain and clench, and licks deeper into his brother's pussy, smearing wet across his chin and making Dean clench up around him.
"Wanna fuck you," Sam says quietly. "Show me how."
He never thought about fucking his sister before he went off to school, but this guy who showed up at his door with all Deanna's swagger and none of her boobs, well, Sam's been staring at him for eight months on the road and he just wants now, hard and painful and deep.
"In my ass," Dean pants, knees lifting as he brings two fingers down to show Sam where, sweet little pink hole all closed up tight. "Fuck, Sammy."
"It's Sam," Sam tells him, and then he sticks his tongue in his brother's ass, screws it in deep and then slurps back to suck at the rim.
Dean cries out above him, fist impacting the fake wood headboard with a thunk, fingers fluttering around his swollen clit. "Sam," he groans, "Sam, Sam, Sam," like he's proving a point, and Sam dips a finger into his cunt, getting it nice and wet before moving in lower.
He gets Dean loose and easy on one then two fingers, and Dean's so hot inside, silky smooth and eager for it, jamming his hips down onto Sam's hand.
"Fuck," murmurs Dean when Sam moves up over him, kisses him deep and messy and slow, his mouth thick with the taste of his brother, pussy and ass all mixed up. "Fuck."
Sam thinks the first inward push must sting, the way Dean hisses and bares his teeth, but Sam doesn't stop, keeps on riding into him, making him open up wide.
As soon as Sam starts fucking him, Dean's words fade into moans, deep, resonant. Sam can feel the vibration of them as he licks up Dean's chest, nuzzles at the scars, the pointed brown nipples where Deanna used to curve. He sneaks a finger down to rub Dean's clit, and Dean arches and tightens his thighs against Sam's sides. "Come for me, big brother," Sam breathes into Dean's ear, and Dean shudders and comes apart like he can't help it, eyes slammed shut and hips still rocking in time with Sam's thrusts.
Sam thumbs Dean's clit one more time, his asshole bearing down on Sam's cock, wringing orgasm out of him too. He holds himself in deep, fills Dean up with his come, tension ebbing away, leaving him boneless.
"You fall asleep in my ass and I'll kill you," Dean slurs, rubbing his lips along the side of Sam's neck and sounding too sleepy to kill anyone.
"Mmm," replies Sam, and he pulls out slow, dick already going soft and too sensitive. He keeps a hand on Dean's hip, grapples with him until they're spooning, and as much as Dean grumbles about personal space, he doesn't pull away, finally rests his hand over Sam's as if to say, "All right, just this once."
~fin~
Sam doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what you're supposed to do when you're fucking a guy, what you're supposed to do when you're fucking your sister-cum-brother-cum... person who jacks you off in the passenger seat of the Impala and makes you rub him through his jeans until he comes too. There's no road map to this one, no instructions except Dean's low, growling moans, muffled by the pillow, as Sam's tongue sweeps him from clit to tailbone.
Sam holds Dean's thighs wider, feels the hard muscle strain and clench, and licks deeper into his brother's pussy, smearing wet across his chin and making Dean clench up around him.
"Wanna fuck you," Sam says quietly. "Show me how."
He never thought about fucking his sister before he went off to school, but this guy who showed up at his door with all Deanna's swagger and none of her boobs, well, Sam's been staring at him for eight months on the road and he just wants now, hard and painful and deep.
"In my ass," Dean pants, knees lifting as he brings two fingers down to show Sam where, sweet little pink hole all closed up tight. "Fuck, Sammy."
"It's Sam," Sam tells him, and then he sticks his tongue in his brother's ass, screws it in deep and then slurps back to suck at the rim.
Dean cries out above him, fist impacting the fake wood headboard with a thunk, fingers fluttering around his swollen clit. "Sam," he groans, "Sam, Sam, Sam," like he's proving a point, and Sam dips a finger into his cunt, getting it nice and wet before moving in lower.
He gets Dean loose and easy on one then two fingers, and Dean's so hot inside, silky smooth and eager for it, jamming his hips down onto Sam's hand.
"Fuck," murmurs Dean when Sam moves up over him, kisses him deep and messy and slow, his mouth thick with the taste of his brother, pussy and ass all mixed up. "Fuck."
Sam thinks the first inward push must sting, the way Dean hisses and bares his teeth, but Sam doesn't stop, keeps on riding into him, making him open up wide.
As soon as Sam starts fucking him, Dean's words fade into moans, deep, resonant. Sam can feel the vibration of them as he licks up Dean's chest, nuzzles at the scars, the pointed brown nipples where Deanna used to curve. He sneaks a finger down to rub Dean's clit, and Dean arches and tightens his thighs against Sam's sides. "Come for me, big brother," Sam breathes into Dean's ear, and Dean shudders and comes apart like he can't help it, eyes slammed shut and hips still rocking in time with Sam's thrusts.
Sam thumbs Dean's clit one more time, his asshole bearing down on Sam's cock, wringing orgasm out of him too. He holds himself in deep, fills Dean up with his come, tension ebbing away, leaving him boneless.
"You fall asleep in my ass and I'll kill you," Dean slurs, rubbing his lips along the side of Sam's neck and sounding too sleepy to kill anyone.
"Mmm," replies Sam, and he pulls out slow, dick already going soft and too sensitive. He keeps a hand on Dean's hip, grapples with him until they're spooning, and as much as Dean grumbles about personal space, he doesn't pull away, finally rests his hand over Sam's as if to say, "All right, just this once."
~fin~