Wish A Little Wish (tag fic, Dean/Sam) cont'd Post #2
Title: Wish A Little Wish, cont'd Post #2
Pairing: Dean/Sam of Supernatural; early season 3
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not ours, we’re just playing with them
Warnings: Slash, incest
Closed tag fic
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How a man in his predicament could be happy was a miracle in and of itself, but that miracle had a name, and that name was 'Sammy.' Dean knew without a doubt that what he was feeling was only because he was with his baby boy, his brother, the one that he had loved his whole life.
Why he hadn't seen it before he had no idea, but he was willing to make up for lost time as long as Sam stayed with him and didn't back off and run away again. Dean would do anything in his power to make this good for Sam and intensify the whole experience for both of them. And if that meant taking it slow, then so be it.
And then the next thing he knew, Sam was peeling his shirt off and licking and sucking and scraping his teeth across his exposed skin and was kissing his chest and sucking in such a sensual and needy way he couldn't believe it.
Dean raised his hips so he could maintain contact with Sam and rubbed his cock against Sam trying to get leverage and arching his back to give better access to Sam's mouth while being sure that he was close to Sam. Really close.
"Sam, baby...you have no idea how good that feels, how good you feel..." Dean said on a moan as he started squirming around because all of a sudden Sam's hands and mouth were everywhere all at once and Dean was almost on sensory overload he was loving every single bit of this so much.
He was touching Sam back too, had his hands on Sam's hips to be sure that he didn't think he was going anywhere, his thigh between Sam's legs still grinding into Sam's incredibly hard cock, and whispering encouragement to Sam all at the same time, "Sam, so good, baby...can't believe you are tasting me, so nasty. Baby feels so good. Sam wanna touch you too, take off your shirt."
But that last plea for Sam to take off his shirt had overlapped with Sam's hand going to Dean's zipper, and all of a sudden Dean couldn't think anymore, he could only give up and feel it all and love every second of it because it was his Sammy touching him like he was the most amazing thing on the planet, and when his baby boy touched him like that, he did feel amazing.
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He was afraid of making a fool of himself, and afraid not to. “Hold me?” When Dean’s arms went around him, Sam pressed his mouth into Dean’s chest, moving ever lower… leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses, until his mouth was over Dean’s cock straining against his jeans. He felt Dean jerk, and knew he was doing the right thing… opening his mouth and kissing him harder along his shaft. Fuck, just the thought of how hard Dean was now, how hard he’d been in the pool, was making Sam want to do a lot more than kiss.
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How did he ever get so lucky? If a genie had popped out of a bottle and granted his wish, this would be it.
Sam came back into Dean's arms but then started sliding down his chest tasting every bit of Dean on the way, when suddenly Sam started mouthing his cock through his pants.
Dean was so close to losing it right then and there. "Oh my god, Sam..." was all Dean could get out. Jesus, he had thought he was on sensory overload before, but this, this was incredible.
But Sammy had another trick up his sleeve. Holy crap, when his little brother got an idea, he just ran with it thought Dean as Sam pulled his mouth off of Dean's jean clad cock and unbottoned Deans pants and pulled down his zipper all the while looking up at Dean and staring into his eyes.
"Sam?...Are you sure, baby? I don't want you to do anything you aren't ready for."
The only answer that Sam had was to look away from Dean and slide his jeans and underwear down off of his hips, he looked at Dean's throbbing cock and subconsciously licked his lips, he looked back up and Dean and dipped his head to give a few tentative swipes of his tongue to the moisture pooling at the tip of Dean's dick.
If Dean wasn't listening so hard he'd have thought he heard Sam moaning when he tasted Dean's pre-cum, but then he realized that what he was hearing was himself.
"Oh baby, that is so good, Sam your mouth feels so good on my cock, jesus...do you have any idea what you are doing to me? It feels so good having my cock in your mouth sliding around and you licking and sucking and, oh my god," was all that Dean could get out as his little brother, the one who kept running away from him all night was sucking his cock and playing with his balls.
How in the fuck did that happen?
Dean put his hands on Sammy's head and started to pull Sam's mouth of of his still pumping cock. "Sam, not gonna last...if you keep that up, baby boy...Sam, I'm gonna come if you don't stop," and holy christ, Dean had warned him and Sam just went at him harder, taking him deeper, and sucking him more.
What Sam lacked in experience he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. This was the best fucking blow job that Dean had ever had, and he had more than a few.
"Sam...oh my god, Sam, you can't believe how hot it is having you sucking my cock like that baby boy...so fucking good...gonna come now, Sam...gonna come..."
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Pulling off him, he licked his lips. “Tangy and salty….” he muttered, under his breath, watching Dean. His brother was breathless and for once, he looked so… so careless, so soft and vulnerable. So unguarded, it took Sam’s breath away.
He crawled up the length of Dean’s body to claim a kiss, and found himself fucking Dean’s hip in the process. Just a few minutes, that’s all it would take… he was that close to the edge.
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Sam crawled up Dean’s body dragging his crotch up Dean’s leg and grinding on his hip. Dean was so overwhelmed by the blowjob that Sam had just given him and wanting to taste Sam with the taste of his own come still in his brother’s mouth that it didn’t immediately register to Dean that Sam was still as hard as a rock.
Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and rolled him over onto his back and started kissing him, licking and tasting every single bit of his mouth. While Dean tongue fucked Sammy's mouth he was grinding down onto his cock with his thigh.
Dean was moaning into Sam's mouth and reached down and grabbed the hem of Sam's shirt, "Off. Take this off, now," as he pulled Sam's shirt off over his head.
They were bare chest to bare chest and Dean's pants were down around his thighs and he reached down and started tugging on Sammy's pants, "Take these off too," Dean moaned to Sam as he rolled off him to the side and slid his own pants the rest of the way off. Dean finished taking off his pants and when he rolled back over, Sam was also naked.
Dean propped his head up on his arm and looked down into Sam's face and started tracing his fingers up and down Sam's body, playing with his nipples and his abs and his cock.
Dean put two of his fingers into Sam's mouth and he sucked on them and then Dean put them back on Sam's nipples and tweaked and pulled making them stick out hard and dark.
After working over Sam's nipples, Dean bent back in to kiss Sam again as he grabbed his cock and wrapped his hand around it and worked it up and down while Sam moaned and writhed under his touch.
“Come on, Sammy. You wanna come don’t you, baby? So hot like this. God, do you know how good this is?” Dean said to Sam as he tilted his head back down to kiss Sam hard and stroke him until he finally came shuddering through his entire body.
Sam’s stomach and Dean’s hand were coated in Sam’s come. Dean kept up a slow stroke milking every bit of come from his brother’s slowly softening cock, and kept kissing him and nibbling on his mouth all the while.
Dean finally lifted his head and bringing his hand to his mouth licked and sucked every bit of Sam’s come off and told Sam how good it tasted because it was his. “So good, baby. You taste so good….”
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He struggled for air, and gave a wry smile. "Where do you come up with that stuff? 'Baby boy?' Better not say it in public," he reached for Dean and pulled him down next to him. Never mind that those very words whispered in Dean's throaty growl had enflamed him over and over again. And never mind that the look Dean was giving him said he was very aware of the effect they'd had. He really didn't need any reason's to get a bigger head.
An exhausted mess, Sam kissed Dean one more time, and curled up against him. "Night." Eyes closed, he added, "and if I have a prison mate dream or anything, I'm waking your ass up."
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"And, Sammy? Where do I come up with that stuff? Dude, you've been my baby boy my whole life. I thought you knew that. Ever since Dad gave you to me when I was four, you were mine."
Dean tucked Sam in close to his body and pulled the covers up over them both and settled in for some quality sleep having the feeling that even though all wasn't right in his world, this was the absolute best that it could be.
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