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Title: Treat Her Right
Author: captainswank
Pairing: wincest
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2, 200
Summary: For a friend on tumblr. People like to point out how in canon, Sam seems to do it pretty rough while Dean seems to do it gentle. How does this work out when they do each other?
The air in the old motel room is thick and heavy with the smell of sex and the sound of the headboard of one of the beds thudding violently up against the wall. Sam Winchester has his brother up on all fours in front of him, and is fucking into him hard and deep and fast, biting into his shoulder until he cries out. After a minute or two, though, he slows down and pulls out.
“Okay, wait, time out,” Sam huffs. “I need another break.”
“What, gettin’ slow in your old age, Sammy?” Dean asks, voice smug but fuck-rough.
“Shut the fuck up, dude, you’re the one who’s a year older today,” Sam replies with fond indignation.
Because yes, today is Dean’s birthday, and birthday tradition is marathon sex, take-out pizza, and Die Hard. And more sex. Sam knows that for his brother, fucking, greasy food, and senseless violence is a recipe for a stellar day, but every year he wonders if Dean ever wants something more, so every year he asks:
“Dean, man, are you sure there’s nothing special you want for your birthday?”
And Dean laughs and puts Sam’s dick in his mouth. And Sam forgets.
The same thing happens this time, too, and soon Sam calls for another break because it’s only like noon and he’s gotta last the whole day. They pant breathlessly in comfortable silence as Sam tries to regain his strength for another round.
“Sam.” Dean says through the quiet. “Hey, Sam.” Dean kicks him in the shin.
“Ow. What?” Sam asks, sounding a little sleepy.
“Well, being older and more experienced than you I think I can give you one or two pointers on your technique,” Dean says, to the ceiling.
“Huh? Is there a problem with the way I fuck?” Sam makes it sound casual but now he’s actually a little nervous. Is Dean just being his douchenozzle self or did Sam do something to hurt him or what? “Your dick didn’t seem to be complaining before,” he says, half jokingly, half defensively.
“No, okay, but listen, Sammy,” Dean says, his eyebrows set serious and intense. “Listen. When you make love to a woman-”
Sam bursts into laughter at that. “Oh, so you’re a woman now?”
“What? No!” Dean waves off Sam’s amusement. “I’m just giving you some brotherly advice. I’m telling you that when you make love to a woman, you gotta treat her right.”
“Oh my god, Dean. You’re not seriously-” Sam feels a clenching in his gut at the timing of this, maybe nausea, maybe the ache of loss. “You’re not seriously giving me the same talk Dad gave me, are you?” It’s a pretty terrible time to bring John into the conversation, but Sam can’t help but laugh a little.
“Oh. He gave you that one too?” Dean asks, squinting up at Sam.
“Well, yeah. You surprised or something?” Sam turns and gets comfortable on his side. He’s sort of curious as to where the shit this is going.
“Of course I’m surprised, Sammy. If Dad had given you that speech when your balls dropped you wouldn’t be throwin’ around chicks like you do now.”
Sam pauses for a second to let the implications of that statement solidify.
“Wait,” he says slowly, looking sidelong at Dean. “How would you even know how I treat a woman in bed?”
“I… extrapolate?” Dean shrugs, Dean-innocently.
“Ha ha, very smart-ass. Ten points for vocabulary and zero for actually being convincing. If you filmed me or something I’ll knee you in the junk.” Sam’s threat was far from idle, as his leg was pretty close to Dean’s nuts at that point. Slowly bringing his hands down to protect himself, he decided to come clean.
“Ok, so you remember Trisha NcNeil from back when you were in high school?” Dean asks.
“Yes, of course I remember Trish-Dean, what the fuck!”
“Ok! Ok. You remember that night you brought her home?”
“Yes.”
“And I was supposed to be out working the night shift?”
“…Yes.”
“And how they let me go early that night, and how I was actually on the other side of the door of your room, peeking in and whackin’ it to the way you were basically fucking this girl unconscious up against a wall? Like she was literally in the air, you were holding-”
“Wow, okay! Wow. Yeah, I remember that last part. As for the first part, wow, no. Oh my god, Dean! You’re such a perv. Feeling a little violated here, man,” Sam says with a half-smile.
“Glass houses, Sammy. You just had your dick up your own brother’s ass like ten minutes ago,” Dean sent back.
“Point.”
“Right! I have a point! And I had another point! I think. Yeah. My point is, you can’t just be all rough with a girl. Girls need it slow, man, gotta warm ‘em up and rev their engines. Gotta learn to show her a little tenderness, huh, caveman? Can’t always be rough with her. And I’m just saying this ‘cause I want you to be the best, man. There’s high hopes for you ‘cause your coach is a pro,” Dean finishes.
“Well,” says Sam. “What if the girl always likes it rough?” He asks it through a predator’s smile, bringing his face right down to Dean’s. There’s a beat, and then-
“What if she doesn’t?” Dean asks quietly, looking Sam straight in the eye.
If Sam was a different man, a more childish man, a less sensitive man - if Sam was Dean, basically - he might have ruined this moment by laughing and pointing out the fact that Dean was still kinda comparing himself to a girl. Because, Dean, girl, in bed, that’s hilarious.
But it’s Dean’s birthday, and it might have taken him a while, but Sam thinks he kinda gets it.
“Oh.” Sam said. “Oh. Dean.” And then the space between their faces disappears as he brings his lips to his brother’s.
Sam can do this. Sam can totally do this. Dean, Dean who never asks for anything for himself managed to kind of sort of eventually ask for this, so Sam could make this so good for Dean.
He starts by rubbing his lips sweet and slow against his brother’s, taking his time to press gently against their plush softness before licking his way in. He finds Dean’s mouth wet and pliant beneath his own, opening up for him, giving Sam the time to taste him deep inside. He’ll leave out the teeth this time, deciding to suck Dean’s pink lower lip into his mouth instead, releasing it slowly and swallowing the groan that earns him.
Meanwhile his big hands are pressing warm and soft up and down Dean’s sides, back up to his chest and down to his belly, ending up at his hips and back up again, gently squeezing and stroking his brother’s body. Dean’s hips roll up against his own and he has to remind his dick that it’s gotta wait because they’re doing things a little different this time.
He manages to break away from Dean’s lips for a bit, a challenge because he’s getting steadily addicted; can see where the appeal in all this lies. He looks down at Dean’s pink flushed cheeks, his closed eyes with those thick dark eyelashes, and is amazed at how Dean’s whole body trembles gently from just this. Sam’s got a whole plan of attack ready as he bends back down to Dean’s face, as he thanks god for letting him discover his brother is like this.
He leaves a soft kiss wherever he sees a freckle, and then one on each eyelid, and then because he’s clearly lost control of his life, one on the tip of Dean’s nose. Dean grumbles something about the possibility of going too far with this, dickweed, and Sam kind of agrees, so he moves to kiss Dean’ temples, his jaw, his neck. He noses Dean’s ear and licks around that too, loves the way it makes Dean moan, tiny little oh, ohs. t’s only then he slips his hand down to wind his fingers around Dean’s prick, not even jacking it yet but just rubbing over it slow, caressing the slick head, stroking it gently and letting Dean thrust up into his hand a bit.
He gets to enjoy its hot silky smoothness in his hand, and the sticky wetness he can spread up and down it, and moves from gently sucking on Dean’s neck to licking up and down his chest, soft licks, little licks that have Dean breathing shaky and uneven. Wet little kisses down his side, wet little kisses down his belly, and Dean groans when Sam skips his cock and moves to kiss and suckle the softness of his inner thighs.
Dean’s whole body is shaking for real now, and Sam thinks what the hell and kisses down his calves and his ankles and the tops of his feet. A man can only take so much, though, and Dean’s breath catches completely when he finally gets a kiss on the tip of his cock, and others slowly up the sides of it, and wet licks up and down, and the whole thing swallowed down deep.
“Sammy,” Dean breathes. “Sammy.”
Sam tries to do it for Dean but he can’t, he just can’t, he’s gotta be back inside his brother soon, so he slides his lips off Dean’s cock and gently eases him over onto his front.
“Yeah, Dean,” he encourages mindlessly. Yeah, he thinks, and as he squeezes Dean’s ass his brother slides his legs open a little wider. Dean’s hole is still slick and used from before and he sees it give a little twitch before he leans down to lick it up and down, before his buries his face in Dean and moans at how it makes Dean shout as his whole body jerks. He licks him slow and steady and rocks against Dean with his whole body, Dean’s body’s rocking forward too, and he pushes and pushes and pushes into his brother whose moans are now dampened by the pillow he’s desperately clutching.
When Sam finally pulls away Dean just collapses completely, so softened with pleasure he can’t even hold himself up anymore. Sam slides up against him and turns him back over again, gently lays Dean’s body down and it’s loose and splayed out for him.
Dean’s green eyes are fucked-out and vacant, fluttering closed again, his lips red and swollen from kissing, and oh god oh fuck Dean’s beautiful, and Sam did this to him, and Dean’s beautiful.
Sam’s used to so fuckin’ sexy for me, Dean, so fuckin’ hot, so hungry for my cock, fucking take it, and Dean’s gotta be used to it too, but this territory is brand spankin’ new. Maybe he’ll work up to it.
For the time being he slides his hands up and spreads Dean’s thighs for him, arranges him how he wants him and then he reaches down to rub the head of his cock against Dean’s slick hole. Dean’s barely got enough in him to moan softly and push back against him, and when Sam finally slides home they both breathe together. This time Sam doesn’t drive his way in, but slides slowly, leans forward and sucks the moan from Dean’s lips.
Dean wraps his arms around him and Dean wraps his legs around him and they’re so close now, pressed right up against each other, and Sam holds his brother, rocks into his brother and they shake and they share the same air.
“That’s it, Sammy. Nice and slow,” Dean says, and they rub together like that forever. Time runs thick and sweet and Sam wonders why it is he doesn’t do this more often. “Please, please, please,” Dean begs, has no idea that he is.
Sam can feel everything, every soaking inch of Dean’s skin against his own, every little clench and spasm of his body, every shiver and every tremble. He can feel Dean moan. He rubs his cheek against Dean’s and his hand is down on Dean’s prick again and with every in-out Dean’s eyes are rolling back in his head, his breathed Sammy, Sammy, Sammys are getting higher and his body’s arching higher and thinks he knows just what to do to get Dean there.
“Dean,” he says. “Hey. Hey, Dean.”
And he leans forward and whispers three little words into his brother’s ear.
Dean comes like he’s unravelling, everything tight and built up within him releasing so sweetly. On one big soft sigh he comes down and lets everything out, streaking his belly hot and thick.
Sam makes a sound like he’s been punched, and when Dean’s body stops its spasms around him he eases out slow. He jacks himself quick and just looking down at how absolutely wrecked his brother is is enough to set him off soon, and his come mixes with Dean’s on his stomach. Immediately he leans down to lick it all up, Dean moaning weakly as Sam sets about cleaning up the mess.
When he unfolds again Dean has managed to lift his arm up and slap Sam’s ass as best he can given the circumstances.
“Now that’s,” Dean smacks him again. “That’s how it’s done.”
“That’s how to make love to a woman?” Sam laughs.
“I’ll show you woman, assface,” Dean threatens. He rolls over to, presumably, punch Sam in the face.
He ends up rolling right off the bed, and when he hits the floor Sam laughs and laughs.
Author: captainswank
Pairing: wincest
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2, 200
Summary: For a friend on tumblr. People like to point out how in canon, Sam seems to do it pretty rough while Dean seems to do it gentle. How does this work out when they do each other?
The air in the old motel room is thick and heavy with the smell of sex and the sound of the headboard of one of the beds thudding violently up against the wall. Sam Winchester has his brother up on all fours in front of him, and is fucking into him hard and deep and fast, biting into his shoulder until he cries out. After a minute or two, though, he slows down and pulls out.
“Okay, wait, time out,” Sam huffs. “I need another break.”
“What, gettin’ slow in your old age, Sammy?” Dean asks, voice smug but fuck-rough.
“Shut the fuck up, dude, you’re the one who’s a year older today,” Sam replies with fond indignation.
Because yes, today is Dean’s birthday, and birthday tradition is marathon sex, take-out pizza, and Die Hard. And more sex. Sam knows that for his brother, fucking, greasy food, and senseless violence is a recipe for a stellar day, but every year he wonders if Dean ever wants something more, so every year he asks:
“Dean, man, are you sure there’s nothing special you want for your birthday?”
And Dean laughs and puts Sam’s dick in his mouth. And Sam forgets.
The same thing happens this time, too, and soon Sam calls for another break because it’s only like noon and he’s gotta last the whole day. They pant breathlessly in comfortable silence as Sam tries to regain his strength for another round.
“Sam.” Dean says through the quiet. “Hey, Sam.” Dean kicks him in the shin.
“Ow. What?” Sam asks, sounding a little sleepy.
“Well, being older and more experienced than you I think I can give you one or two pointers on your technique,” Dean says, to the ceiling.
“Huh? Is there a problem with the way I fuck?” Sam makes it sound casual but now he’s actually a little nervous. Is Dean just being his douchenozzle self or did Sam do something to hurt him or what? “Your dick didn’t seem to be complaining before,” he says, half jokingly, half defensively.
“No, okay, but listen, Sammy,” Dean says, his eyebrows set serious and intense. “Listen. When you make love to a woman-”
Sam bursts into laughter at that. “Oh, so you’re a woman now?”
“What? No!” Dean waves off Sam’s amusement. “I’m just giving you some brotherly advice. I’m telling you that when you make love to a woman, you gotta treat her right.”
“Oh my god, Dean. You’re not seriously-” Sam feels a clenching in his gut at the timing of this, maybe nausea, maybe the ache of loss. “You’re not seriously giving me the same talk Dad gave me, are you?” It’s a pretty terrible time to bring John into the conversation, but Sam can’t help but laugh a little.
“Oh. He gave you that one too?” Dean asks, squinting up at Sam.
“Well, yeah. You surprised or something?” Sam turns and gets comfortable on his side. He’s sort of curious as to where the shit this is going.
“Of course I’m surprised, Sammy. If Dad had given you that speech when your balls dropped you wouldn’t be throwin’ around chicks like you do now.”
Sam pauses for a second to let the implications of that statement solidify.
“Wait,” he says slowly, looking sidelong at Dean. “How would you even know how I treat a woman in bed?”
“I… extrapolate?” Dean shrugs, Dean-innocently.
“Ha ha, very smart-ass. Ten points for vocabulary and zero for actually being convincing. If you filmed me or something I’ll knee you in the junk.” Sam’s threat was far from idle, as his leg was pretty close to Dean’s nuts at that point. Slowly bringing his hands down to protect himself, he decided to come clean.
“Ok, so you remember Trisha NcNeil from back when you were in high school?” Dean asks.
“Yes, of course I remember Trish-Dean, what the fuck!”
“Ok! Ok. You remember that night you brought her home?”
“Yes.”
“And I was supposed to be out working the night shift?”
“…Yes.”
“And how they let me go early that night, and how I was actually on the other side of the door of your room, peeking in and whackin’ it to the way you were basically fucking this girl unconscious up against a wall? Like she was literally in the air, you were holding-”
“Wow, okay! Wow. Yeah, I remember that last part. As for the first part, wow, no. Oh my god, Dean! You’re such a perv. Feeling a little violated here, man,” Sam says with a half-smile.
“Glass houses, Sammy. You just had your dick up your own brother’s ass like ten minutes ago,” Dean sent back.
“Point.”
“Right! I have a point! And I had another point! I think. Yeah. My point is, you can’t just be all rough with a girl. Girls need it slow, man, gotta warm ‘em up and rev their engines. Gotta learn to show her a little tenderness, huh, caveman? Can’t always be rough with her. And I’m just saying this ‘cause I want you to be the best, man. There’s high hopes for you ‘cause your coach is a pro,” Dean finishes.
“Well,” says Sam. “What if the girl always likes it rough?” He asks it through a predator’s smile, bringing his face right down to Dean’s. There’s a beat, and then-
“What if she doesn’t?” Dean asks quietly, looking Sam straight in the eye.
If Sam was a different man, a more childish man, a less sensitive man - if Sam was Dean, basically - he might have ruined this moment by laughing and pointing out the fact that Dean was still kinda comparing himself to a girl. Because, Dean, girl, in bed, that’s hilarious.
But it’s Dean’s birthday, and it might have taken him a while, but Sam thinks he kinda gets it.
“Oh.” Sam said. “Oh. Dean.” And then the space between their faces disappears as he brings his lips to his brother’s.
Sam can do this. Sam can totally do this. Dean, Dean who never asks for anything for himself managed to kind of sort of eventually ask for this, so Sam could make this so good for Dean.
He starts by rubbing his lips sweet and slow against his brother’s, taking his time to press gently against their plush softness before licking his way in. He finds Dean’s mouth wet and pliant beneath his own, opening up for him, giving Sam the time to taste him deep inside. He’ll leave out the teeth this time, deciding to suck Dean’s pink lower lip into his mouth instead, releasing it slowly and swallowing the groan that earns him.
Meanwhile his big hands are pressing warm and soft up and down Dean’s sides, back up to his chest and down to his belly, ending up at his hips and back up again, gently squeezing and stroking his brother’s body. Dean’s hips roll up against his own and he has to remind his dick that it’s gotta wait because they’re doing things a little different this time.
He manages to break away from Dean’s lips for a bit, a challenge because he’s getting steadily addicted; can see where the appeal in all this lies. He looks down at Dean’s pink flushed cheeks, his closed eyes with those thick dark eyelashes, and is amazed at how Dean’s whole body trembles gently from just this. Sam’s got a whole plan of attack ready as he bends back down to Dean’s face, as he thanks god for letting him discover his brother is like this.
He leaves a soft kiss wherever he sees a freckle, and then one on each eyelid, and then because he’s clearly lost control of his life, one on the tip of Dean’s nose. Dean grumbles something about the possibility of going too far with this, dickweed, and Sam kind of agrees, so he moves to kiss Dean’ temples, his jaw, his neck. He noses Dean’s ear and licks around that too, loves the way it makes Dean moan, tiny little oh, ohs. t’s only then he slips his hand down to wind his fingers around Dean’s prick, not even jacking it yet but just rubbing over it slow, caressing the slick head, stroking it gently and letting Dean thrust up into his hand a bit.
He gets to enjoy its hot silky smoothness in his hand, and the sticky wetness he can spread up and down it, and moves from gently sucking on Dean’s neck to licking up and down his chest, soft licks, little licks that have Dean breathing shaky and uneven. Wet little kisses down his side, wet little kisses down his belly, and Dean groans when Sam skips his cock and moves to kiss and suckle the softness of his inner thighs.
Dean’s whole body is shaking for real now, and Sam thinks what the hell and kisses down his calves and his ankles and the tops of his feet. A man can only take so much, though, and Dean’s breath catches completely when he finally gets a kiss on the tip of his cock, and others slowly up the sides of it, and wet licks up and down, and the whole thing swallowed down deep.
“Sammy,” Dean breathes. “Sammy.”
Sam tries to do it for Dean but he can’t, he just can’t, he’s gotta be back inside his brother soon, so he slides his lips off Dean’s cock and gently eases him over onto his front.
“Yeah, Dean,” he encourages mindlessly. Yeah, he thinks, and as he squeezes Dean’s ass his brother slides his legs open a little wider. Dean’s hole is still slick and used from before and he sees it give a little twitch before he leans down to lick it up and down, before his buries his face in Dean and moans at how it makes Dean shout as his whole body jerks. He licks him slow and steady and rocks against Dean with his whole body, Dean’s body’s rocking forward too, and he pushes and pushes and pushes into his brother whose moans are now dampened by the pillow he’s desperately clutching.
When Sam finally pulls away Dean just collapses completely, so softened with pleasure he can’t even hold himself up anymore. Sam slides up against him and turns him back over again, gently lays Dean’s body down and it’s loose and splayed out for him.
Dean’s green eyes are fucked-out and vacant, fluttering closed again, his lips red and swollen from kissing, and oh god oh fuck Dean’s beautiful, and Sam did this to him, and Dean’s beautiful.
Sam’s used to so fuckin’ sexy for me, Dean, so fuckin’ hot, so hungry for my cock, fucking take it, and Dean’s gotta be used to it too, but this territory is brand spankin’ new. Maybe he’ll work up to it.
For the time being he slides his hands up and spreads Dean’s thighs for him, arranges him how he wants him and then he reaches down to rub the head of his cock against Dean’s slick hole. Dean’s barely got enough in him to moan softly and push back against him, and when Sam finally slides home they both breathe together. This time Sam doesn’t drive his way in, but slides slowly, leans forward and sucks the moan from Dean’s lips.
Dean wraps his arms around him and Dean wraps his legs around him and they’re so close now, pressed right up against each other, and Sam holds his brother, rocks into his brother and they shake and they share the same air.
“That’s it, Sammy. Nice and slow,” Dean says, and they rub together like that forever. Time runs thick and sweet and Sam wonders why it is he doesn’t do this more often. “Please, please, please,” Dean begs, has no idea that he is.
Sam can feel everything, every soaking inch of Dean’s skin against his own, every little clench and spasm of his body, every shiver and every tremble. He can feel Dean moan. He rubs his cheek against Dean’s and his hand is down on Dean’s prick again and with every in-out Dean’s eyes are rolling back in his head, his breathed Sammy, Sammy, Sammys are getting higher and his body’s arching higher and thinks he knows just what to do to get Dean there.
“Dean,” he says. “Hey. Hey, Dean.”
And he leans forward and whispers three little words into his brother’s ear.
Dean comes like he’s unravelling, everything tight and built up within him releasing so sweetly. On one big soft sigh he comes down and lets everything out, streaking his belly hot and thick.
Sam makes a sound like he’s been punched, and when Dean’s body stops its spasms around him he eases out slow. He jacks himself quick and just looking down at how absolutely wrecked his brother is is enough to set him off soon, and his come mixes with Dean’s on his stomach. Immediately he leans down to lick it all up, Dean moaning weakly as Sam sets about cleaning up the mess.
When he unfolds again Dean has managed to lift his arm up and slap Sam’s ass as best he can given the circumstances.
“Now that’s,” Dean smacks him again. “That’s how it’s done.”
“That’s how to make love to a woman?” Sam laughs.
“I’ll show you woman, assface,” Dean threatens. He rolls over to, presumably, punch Sam in the face.
He ends up rolling right off the bed, and when he hits the floor Sam laughs and laughs.