Going down, going down now, going down
Author: Buiochas_le_dia
Title: Going down, going down now, going down.
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: So NC-17 it’s not even funny
Summary Sam learns something new. PWP.
author’s note: Smut? Oh, and Sam's probably 16 or 17 in this fic.
Feedback: is money. where oh where have the commenters gone? where oh where could they be?
“Dad. Sammy’s first date. You can’t not let him go.”
“I can’t?” John returns Dean’s smirk. “It isn’t safe to be out-”
“You trained him just like you did me, I was out ‘till two in the morning by his age.”
“You were.”
“Uh.” Dean smiles and shrugs. “Well.”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell, huh.”
“Sir, he’s a smart kid. He’ll be fine. Besides when’s the last time we got him out of the house at all? We can’t very well watch the Godzilla marathon that’s totally on tonight if he’s bitching the whole time,”
“Language.” But John is smiling and Dean knows he’s won, this round at least. “So, what are the chances we’ll get to meet her?”
“None.” Dean laughs and re-aims his gun. “None whatsoever.” Bang, perfect shot. John whoops and claps Dean’s shoulder.
“Of course he said yes when you asked him. He never says no to you.”
“Then don’t go. I’m just saying you can if you want and you don’t if you don’t. What do you want? A hug from dad?”
“I don’t want to go.”
Dean frowns. “Sammy. Come on. Your first real date, you might even get laid.
“I get laid.”
“I don’t count.” Dean presses his thumb against Sam’s forehead. “You’ll see, girls are awesome.”
“Whatever.”
“All soft and pliant, and the best part, you leave in the morning.”
“Dean.”
“Sammy.”
“Dean. I-” Sam sighs sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know how- with- you know.”
“Girls?” Dean laughs and Sam blushes a fiery red. “Not to worry. When are you picking her up?”
“Seven.” Sam glances at the clock. “Three hours.”
“Perfect. I’ll teach you.”
“On what?”
“I’ll call Zoe.”
“Dean. No. I can’t. Not with-”
“What, you can suck my cock like it’s nothing but you can’t go down on my girl?”
“She knows we’re brothers.”
“She wants it, she’s kinky.”
“Dean, dad.”
“Dad’s about to run an errand, won’t be back for a couple hours.”
“Dean.”
“I’m calling her. Go hang with dad before he goes. Thank him.” Dean stops Sam from leaving. “I’m serious, thank him. He doesn’t have to let you go.”
Sam sits next to his dad on the couch for a good thirty minutes in companionable silence before he works up the nerve to say it. He watches Zoe come in, her smile when she sees him is more than enough motivation.
“Thank you.”
“Oh.” John’s surprised and can’t help reaching out to ruffle Sam’s hair. “It’s a big deal, your first date.”
“Sure.”
“Dean giving you pointers?”
“Sure. I don’t know, not really.” Sam blushes and ducks his head.
“You’re a good kid Sammy, have fun.”
Sam nods and mutters an excuse fleeing the room. In the doorway he stops and turns. John’s looking out the window, a million miles away. “Hey dad?”
“Yeah, son.”
“Maybe. . . if you’re around this weekend you could do some target practice with me.” Sam hates saying it, it feels hard in his mouth.
“I was thinking of taking you and Dean to the ocean.”
“Water sprite?”
“I don’t think there’s a case. You just talk about it all the time.” John smiles. “We can do target practice there.
Sam nods. When he turns away this time he can’t help but think it’s been years since they’ve compromised.
He waits until he hears John’s truck rumble off before heading to the bedroom.
His first thought when he enters is Dean is fucking gorgeous. His second thought is Dean is fucking.
Zoe is spread out beneath Dean, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Her hips hitch up to meet each thrust and she’s making these little mewling noises. Sam is suddenly and achingly hard.
“Sammy.” Dean locks their eyes together and smirks. “C’mere.” Dean pats the bed next to him. “Zo, Sam here’s going to eat you out.” Dean kisses her breast as he slides out. “He’s real good with his tongue.” He drags a finger along her clit, she shivers, eyes closed. “You relax. We’ll get you there.” Dean kisses her other breast letting his tongue swirl around he nipple. She nods, her hips still hitching.
“D-dean.”
“Sit here, in front of me. Between her legs.” Dean shifts so he’s behind Sammy, his chest plastered to Sam’s back. He links their fingers. “Just follow my lead.” Starting at her bellybutton Dean drags their fingers south through her curls. “Tug.” Sam does, softly. She mewls again. Dean pulls them just left of her clit and own, dipping briefly in and back up the right side. “Tease her.” His breath in Sam’s hair is electrifying. Dean releases Sam’s fingers. “Your turn.”
Sam skips his hands along the crease of her thigh, dancing close and away. She’s wet and inviting he lets his fingers slide in the moisture. “She’s so wet.” He groans. “I want to taste her.” He slips on finger in to the first knuckle. She’s shaking. “Pretty girl.” Sam breathes.
“Not yet.” Dean links their fingers together again and capturing Zoe’s eyes he plunges two of Sam’s in. She whispers more and Dean adds two of his. “Use your thumb.” Dean taps her tip and she arches. “Here.” He traces concentric circles on Sam’s shoulder with his tongue. “Like that. Not too hard. Firm, though.”
Sam presses with his thumb and rolls it, she moans and twists her torso. Dean moves their fingers in and out. Zoe’s breaths have become pants.
“Can you tell? She’s close.” Dean nips at Sam’s ear.
Sam groans, he can feel Dean’s dick pressed in the small of his back, he rocks against it.
“Now you can taste her.” Dean smiles. “Strip.” While Sam stands and struggles with his layers Dean covers Zoe’s body with his own. He licks into her mouth. “So good baby.” She lifts up into his touches.
“He’s hot.” She breathes her nails catching on Dean’s shoulder blades.
Sam is standing, a red stain spreading across his cheeks and upper chest. His cock is hard and curving against his abs. HIs wiry body is just beginning to fill out, it’s easy to see his muscles shifting under his skin.
“I know.” Dean sits up. “Lay down between her legs. Baby, scoot up.” Zoe slides up so she’s sitting upright against the headboard. “If you’re good I’ll fuck you while you eat her out.”
Both Sam and Zoe let out a low moan.
Sam settles himself between her spread thighs, he drops a kiss to her hip and his breath ghosts along her heat.
“Perfect.” Dean whispers laying on his side next to Sam. “Do what we just did with our fingers.” Dean coats a finger with her juice and pushes it into Sam’s mouth. “Only use your tongue.”
Sam sucks the finger in and lets it go with lewd pop. Turning his attention back to Zoe he lets his head fall, hair brushing her tummy. He dips his tongue in, lets it dart in and out. Tasting her. Listening to her beg. Dean groans and grinds against Sam’s side. Sam sticks his tongue in and far as it’ll go, his nose bumping her clit. She bucks and he has to drop a warm arm across her hips to keep her still. He swipes his tongue up and over, his teeth lightly dragging on her folds.
“Jesus.” Dean breathes out when sam seals his mouth over her clit, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. “I’m going to fuck you.” Dean stands reaching for a fresh condom and some lube from the dresser. He bends to suck on her nipples and looks up his mouth latched to a breast, he winks and she smiles around a fresh moan.
Sam’s still sucking on her when Dean lubes up his first finger and slides it in. Sam follows with a solid thrust of his tongue in. HIs next thrust is paired with Dean adding a second finger, hitting Sam’s prostate on the first try. “I can take it.” Sam grunts and Zoe throws her head back, Dean grins and lines his cock up. Sam thrust his tongue into her as Dean thrusts his cock in to the hilt.
“Hard as you can with your tongue Sam.” Dean rocks his hips angling to his Sam’s prostate as often as he can. “Manners, she has to cum first.” Dean reaches and grasps Sam’s cock, leaking and hanging hard.
Sam presses the flat of his tongue on her clit, thrusts two fingers in and hums all at once. She cries out and her toes begin to curl.
“That’s it, Sammy. Loud as she wants. Dad’s not back for another hour, at least.”
They time their thrusts, Sammy’s fingers in, Dean’s dick in, in out, in out Sam flicks his tongue hard and fast against her.
“So close, Sammy. Bring her over.” Sam adds a third finger as Dean moves his hand, tight, on Sam’s dick. He seals his mouth around her again, humming and thrusting his fingers. She yells his name and trembles. Her walls clench around his fingers as she cums. Sam’s cock jerks in Dean’s hand. “Gentle now, bring her down.”
Sam eases off, soft laps to bring her home. She’s panting and moaning and writhing. Sam rocks back to take more of Dean but Dean doesn’t move. Eventually she rolls away her hand pressed between her legs.
“Fuck. That was.” She pulls her skirt on. “You’re great.” She bends to kiss Sam, licking her taste out of his mouth. “Damn.” She smiles appreciatively at Dean still buried in Sam. “Call me.” And she’s gone.
Dean hauls Sam up onto his knees, his thrusts are erratic and brutal. Sam presses his face against the sheets.
“I can smell her.”
Dean groans and fucks in hard, his hips popping.
“Harder. Fuck, please, harder.” Sam’s hand clench into fists in the sheets.
Dean re-angles and drives in with punishing force. “Take it, Sammy.”
Sam pushes back against each thrust and forward into Dean’s hand. He moans his muscles tightening. “There. Gonna. . gonna.” He pushes his hip back against Dean’s. It starts as a slow burn in his balls spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. Dean slams in, his balls slapping against Sam. “I’m there.” His back bows and thick streams arch from his cock. He collapses. Dean snaps his hips once, twice, again, again.
“Sam.” His eyes clench and with a final brutal thrust he comes, legs giving out, the world spinning to black.
When he can move again he pulls out of Sam and manages to get rid of the condom. Before flopping, boneless, beside Sam.
“How’d I do teach?”
“You’re a natural, you’re going to have Suzie what’s her name seeing stars.”
“Maybe.” Sam laughs rolling so he’s facing Dean. “Or maybe I’ll walk her home after the movie and come back to make you see stars instead.
Dean laughs too. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Title: Going down, going down now, going down.
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: So NC-17 it’s not even funny
Summary Sam learns something new. PWP.
author’s note: Smut? Oh, and Sam's probably 16 or 17 in this fic.
Feedback: is money. where oh where have the commenters gone? where oh where could they be?
“Dad. Sammy’s first date. You can’t not let him go.”
“I can’t?” John returns Dean’s smirk. “It isn’t safe to be out-”
“You trained him just like you did me, I was out ‘till two in the morning by his age.”
“You were.”
“Uh.” Dean smiles and shrugs. “Well.”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell, huh.”
“Sir, he’s a smart kid. He’ll be fine. Besides when’s the last time we got him out of the house at all? We can’t very well watch the Godzilla marathon that’s totally on tonight if he’s bitching the whole time,”
“Language.” But John is smiling and Dean knows he’s won, this round at least. “So, what are the chances we’ll get to meet her?”
“None.” Dean laughs and re-aims his gun. “None whatsoever.” Bang, perfect shot. John whoops and claps Dean’s shoulder.
“Of course he said yes when you asked him. He never says no to you.”
“Then don’t go. I’m just saying you can if you want and you don’t if you don’t. What do you want? A hug from dad?”
“I don’t want to go.”
Dean frowns. “Sammy. Come on. Your first real date, you might even get laid.
“I get laid.”
“I don’t count.” Dean presses his thumb against Sam’s forehead. “You’ll see, girls are awesome.”
“Whatever.”
“All soft and pliant, and the best part, you leave in the morning.”
“Dean.”
“Sammy.”
“Dean. I-” Sam sighs sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know how- with- you know.”
“Girls?” Dean laughs and Sam blushes a fiery red. “Not to worry. When are you picking her up?”
“Seven.” Sam glances at the clock. “Three hours.”
“Perfect. I’ll teach you.”
“On what?”
“I’ll call Zoe.”
“Dean. No. I can’t. Not with-”
“What, you can suck my cock like it’s nothing but you can’t go down on my girl?”
“She knows we’re brothers.”
“She wants it, she’s kinky.”
“Dean, dad.”
“Dad’s about to run an errand, won’t be back for a couple hours.”
“Dean.”
“I’m calling her. Go hang with dad before he goes. Thank him.” Dean stops Sam from leaving. “I’m serious, thank him. He doesn’t have to let you go.”
Sam sits next to his dad on the couch for a good thirty minutes in companionable silence before he works up the nerve to say it. He watches Zoe come in, her smile when she sees him is more than enough motivation.
“Thank you.”
“Oh.” John’s surprised and can’t help reaching out to ruffle Sam’s hair. “It’s a big deal, your first date.”
“Sure.”
“Dean giving you pointers?”
“Sure. I don’t know, not really.” Sam blushes and ducks his head.
“You’re a good kid Sammy, have fun.”
Sam nods and mutters an excuse fleeing the room. In the doorway he stops and turns. John’s looking out the window, a million miles away. “Hey dad?”
“Yeah, son.”
“Maybe. . . if you’re around this weekend you could do some target practice with me.” Sam hates saying it, it feels hard in his mouth.
“I was thinking of taking you and Dean to the ocean.”
“Water sprite?”
“I don’t think there’s a case. You just talk about it all the time.” John smiles. “We can do target practice there.
Sam nods. When he turns away this time he can’t help but think it’s been years since they’ve compromised.
He waits until he hears John’s truck rumble off before heading to the bedroom.
His first thought when he enters is Dean is fucking gorgeous. His second thought is Dean is fucking.
Zoe is spread out beneath Dean, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Her hips hitch up to meet each thrust and she’s making these little mewling noises. Sam is suddenly and achingly hard.
“Sammy.” Dean locks their eyes together and smirks. “C’mere.” Dean pats the bed next to him. “Zo, Sam here’s going to eat you out.” Dean kisses her breast as he slides out. “He’s real good with his tongue.” He drags a finger along her clit, she shivers, eyes closed. “You relax. We’ll get you there.” Dean kisses her other breast letting his tongue swirl around he nipple. She nods, her hips still hitching.
“D-dean.”
“Sit here, in front of me. Between her legs.” Dean shifts so he’s behind Sammy, his chest plastered to Sam’s back. He links their fingers. “Just follow my lead.” Starting at her bellybutton Dean drags their fingers south through her curls. “Tug.” Sam does, softly. She mewls again. Dean pulls them just left of her clit and own, dipping briefly in and back up the right side. “Tease her.” His breath in Sam’s hair is electrifying. Dean releases Sam’s fingers. “Your turn.”
Sam skips his hands along the crease of her thigh, dancing close and away. She’s wet and inviting he lets his fingers slide in the moisture. “She’s so wet.” He groans. “I want to taste her.” He slips on finger in to the first knuckle. She’s shaking. “Pretty girl.” Sam breathes.
“Not yet.” Dean links their fingers together again and capturing Zoe’s eyes he plunges two of Sam’s in. She whispers more and Dean adds two of his. “Use your thumb.” Dean taps her tip and she arches. “Here.” He traces concentric circles on Sam’s shoulder with his tongue. “Like that. Not too hard. Firm, though.”
Sam presses with his thumb and rolls it, she moans and twists her torso. Dean moves their fingers in and out. Zoe’s breaths have become pants.
“Can you tell? She’s close.” Dean nips at Sam’s ear.
Sam groans, he can feel Dean’s dick pressed in the small of his back, he rocks against it.
“Now you can taste her.” Dean smiles. “Strip.” While Sam stands and struggles with his layers Dean covers Zoe’s body with his own. He licks into her mouth. “So good baby.” She lifts up into his touches.
“He’s hot.” She breathes her nails catching on Dean’s shoulder blades.
Sam is standing, a red stain spreading across his cheeks and upper chest. His cock is hard and curving against his abs. HIs wiry body is just beginning to fill out, it’s easy to see his muscles shifting under his skin.
“I know.” Dean sits up. “Lay down between her legs. Baby, scoot up.” Zoe slides up so she’s sitting upright against the headboard. “If you’re good I’ll fuck you while you eat her out.”
Both Sam and Zoe let out a low moan.
Sam settles himself between her spread thighs, he drops a kiss to her hip and his breath ghosts along her heat.
“Perfect.” Dean whispers laying on his side next to Sam. “Do what we just did with our fingers.” Dean coats a finger with her juice and pushes it into Sam’s mouth. “Only use your tongue.”
Sam sucks the finger in and lets it go with lewd pop. Turning his attention back to Zoe he lets his head fall, hair brushing her tummy. He dips his tongue in, lets it dart in and out. Tasting her. Listening to her beg. Dean groans and grinds against Sam’s side. Sam sticks his tongue in and far as it’ll go, his nose bumping her clit. She bucks and he has to drop a warm arm across her hips to keep her still. He swipes his tongue up and over, his teeth lightly dragging on her folds.
“Jesus.” Dean breathes out when sam seals his mouth over her clit, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. “I’m going to fuck you.” Dean stands reaching for a fresh condom and some lube from the dresser. He bends to suck on her nipples and looks up his mouth latched to a breast, he winks and she smiles around a fresh moan.
Sam’s still sucking on her when Dean lubes up his first finger and slides it in. Sam follows with a solid thrust of his tongue in. HIs next thrust is paired with Dean adding a second finger, hitting Sam’s prostate on the first try. “I can take it.” Sam grunts and Zoe throws her head back, Dean grins and lines his cock up. Sam thrust his tongue into her as Dean thrusts his cock in to the hilt.
“Hard as you can with your tongue Sam.” Dean rocks his hips angling to his Sam’s prostate as often as he can. “Manners, she has to cum first.” Dean reaches and grasps Sam’s cock, leaking and hanging hard.
Sam presses the flat of his tongue on her clit, thrusts two fingers in and hums all at once. She cries out and her toes begin to curl.
“That’s it, Sammy. Loud as she wants. Dad’s not back for another hour, at least.”
They time their thrusts, Sammy’s fingers in, Dean’s dick in, in out, in out Sam flicks his tongue hard and fast against her.
“So close, Sammy. Bring her over.” Sam adds a third finger as Dean moves his hand, tight, on Sam’s dick. He seals his mouth around her again, humming and thrusting his fingers. She yells his name and trembles. Her walls clench around his fingers as she cums. Sam’s cock jerks in Dean’s hand. “Gentle now, bring her down.”
Sam eases off, soft laps to bring her home. She’s panting and moaning and writhing. Sam rocks back to take more of Dean but Dean doesn’t move. Eventually she rolls away her hand pressed between her legs.
“Fuck. That was.” She pulls her skirt on. “You’re great.” She bends to kiss Sam, licking her taste out of his mouth. “Damn.” She smiles appreciatively at Dean still buried in Sam. “Call me.” And she’s gone.
Dean hauls Sam up onto his knees, his thrusts are erratic and brutal. Sam presses his face against the sheets.
“I can smell her.”
Dean groans and fucks in hard, his hips popping.
“Harder. Fuck, please, harder.” Sam’s hand clench into fists in the sheets.
Dean re-angles and drives in with punishing force. “Take it, Sammy.”
Sam pushes back against each thrust and forward into Dean’s hand. He moans his muscles tightening. “There. Gonna. . gonna.” He pushes his hip back against Dean’s. It starts as a slow burn in his balls spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. Dean slams in, his balls slapping against Sam. “I’m there.” His back bows and thick streams arch from his cock. He collapses. Dean snaps his hips once, twice, again, again.
“Sam.” His eyes clench and with a final brutal thrust he comes, legs giving out, the world spinning to black.
When he can move again he pulls out of Sam and manages to get rid of the condom. Before flopping, boneless, beside Sam.
“How’d I do teach?”
“You’re a natural, you’re going to have Suzie what’s her name seeing stars.”
“Maybe.” Sam laughs rolling so he’s facing Dean. “Or maybe I’ll walk her home after the movie and come back to make you see stars instead.
Dean laughs too. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”