SMPC: Sweetest Dreams
Title: Sweetest Dreams
Author: chef_geekier
Pairing: Weecest
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2200
Warnings: Somnophilia, underage (Dean 16, Sam 12), incest. Not a long list, but they're big ones!
Summary: Sam thinks that the only way he can have Dean is when he's asleep. Dean begs to differ.
Sam struggled to keep his breathing even as Dean puttered about the bedroom, getting ready for bed. It was late, and Dean had been out at some bar or other - despite looking even younger than his already underage sixteen, he still managed to charm drinks out of people. Sam stifled a growl at that thought. It was mostly older men who shouldn't be thinking things like that about his Dean. At any rate Dean was back safe and sound at the motel du jour, his slightly exaggerated movements betraying his inebriation. Perfect.
“Sammy? You 'wake?” Dean mumbled. Sam knew he had to play this right, and grumbled under his breath as he rolled over like a petulant child trying to stay asleep. He let his breathing even out again, and waited. For a moment he thought maybe Dean wouldn't go for it, that he knew something was up, but then the bed dipped and the covers were pulled back. Dean slid in silently and wrapped himself around his little brother, nuzzling into the back of his neck contentedly.
Waiting like this was sweet torture for Sam. He felt so safe whenever Dean held him like this, like nothing could get to him. It was as though Dean was putting himself between Sam and the rest of the world, as good as declaring that Sam was his.
If only he knew how true that was.
The minutes passed, and Sam finally decided to risk it. Dean usually slept soundly when he'd had a few drinks, but he was always practically hyper-aware of Sam. It was always a fine line to make sure that he stayed asleep while still being responsive enough.
Slowly, Sam moved out of Dean's octopus-like grasp and sat up. He could just make out Dean's features in the erratic light coming in from the motel's sign outside, and bit back a sigh. His older brother was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and that included the stained glass windows in Pastor Jim's church.
“Dean?” Sam whispered, double-checking. There was no response, and Sam smiled. Perfect.
Keeping his touch gentle, Sam pulled the covers back and nudged Dean to roll over onto his back. Dean wriggled a little, getting comfortable before he stilled again.
“Dean, you awake?” Sam whispered again. When there was again no response, Sam carefully laid a hand on Dean's crotch, rubbing him gently through the cloth of his sleep pants. He was already hard - had been since Dean had snuggled into him - and needed Dean to be on the same page. Thankfully it never took much to get Dean in the mood, even asleep, and soon Sam was tracing Dean's erection and smiling in triumph.
Controlling his breathing carefully, Sam reached out and pulled down the front of Dean's pants. This was always the tricky part, but Sam had discovered that if he put one hand inside Dean's underwear and lightly caressed his balls, Dean would wriggle enough that he could pull the pants down. It worked this time as well, and Sam bit his lip to keep from groaning. Instead he focused on pushing Dean's shirt up just a little, so that he could see the clean lines of Dean's stomach.
Sam spent a few minutes just stroking Dean's cock, reveling in the feel of it in his hands as he gazed on Dean's body. He'd never get sick of the sight. Eventually though, he knew he had to move on to the next part - it wouldn't do for Dean to wake up like this.
Stripping out of his own sleepwear, Sam watched Dean's face for any signs of waking up. Then, since he seemed as deeply asleep as ever, Sam lifted one leg over Dean's and settled down on his thighs. Sam sighed as his own small prick rubbed against his brother's larger one, finally getting some relief.
After shifting his hips a little to line them up properly, Sam wrapped both hands around his and Dean's erections. He rubbed up and down a little, but mostly moved his hips to get the best friction. Letting his eyes fall closed, Sam tried to keep his breathing quiet as he imagined what it would be like if Dean was awake to participate properly.
He imagined what it would be like for Dean to open him up with tongue, fingers, toys, to slick himself up and properly fuck Sam. What they could do together on the long nights when their dad was gone. What it would be like to kiss Dean properly.
Sam was so preoccupied with his fantasy and the feeling of Dean's cock against him that for a moment, he didn't register the hands stroking his legs. His eyes flew open though when Dean grabbed his ass and squeezed.
“Ah! Dean!” Sam squeaked. He froze in place, still gripping their cocks, and tried to think up an excuse. Dean was going to hate him, this was incest, this was-
Sam's brain seemed to flat-line when Dean reached up and yanked him down, so that he was sprawled across his big brother's chest. With one hand still on Sam's ass, Dean used the other to draw his face up so that he could kiss his little brother full on the mouth.
Eyes falling shut again, Sam let out a moan of happiness when Dean's tongue pressed into his mouth. He started moving his hips again, rubbing against Dean's stomach. There was too much height difference to continue his previous activity, but Dean's cock was now between Sam's legs, and he squeezed his thighs shut to give Dean some relief.
The brothers continued to kiss, Dean seemingly unable to let go of Sam now that he'd started, as their bodies moved against each other. Sam came first, wailing into Dean's mouth as his orgasm hit harder than it ever had before. He collapsed into a boneless heap, panting and shaking a little.
“Sammy,” Dean whispered, and Sam looked up at him. He was more than a little confused, and hoped that Dean wasn't about to get mad. “Why didn't you say anything to me? Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?”
“Because it's wrong,” Sam admitted softly, burying his face in Dean's chest. “We're brothers. I'm not supposed to like you this way.”
“Oh Sam,” Dean let out a chuckle, which made Sam bounce. “Nothing you do will ever be wrong to me.”
“You promise?”
“I promise. I've been wanting you to wake me up for so long.”
“You mean,” Sam tensed up at the realisation, “you've been awake the whole time?”
“Pretty much,” Dean nodded, running a hand through Sam's hair in an effort to soothe him. “I'm the one who taught you to pretend-sleep, remember? And anyway, guys usually wake up when they get turned on enough.”
Sam flushed. He'd thought he'd been so careful, that he'd managed to make Dean come and cleaned it up without his brother knowing. Turns out Dean was just humouring him.
“Couldn't resist any more though,” Dean continued. “Just looked so pretty like that, like all you needed was me and my cock to complete you. Had to let you know that it's okay with me. I'll give you anything you want, baby boy. You just gotta ask.”
They were silent for a few minutes, before Sam realised that Dean hadn't come yet. He squirmed a little, trying to figure out if he could ask for that. Then he figured he may as well ask - Dean had enthusiastically participated so far.
“Um, Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you...” he paused, unable to get the last words out. It was so embarrassing.
“What? What do you need, baby boy?” Dean was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, looking at him like he was something precious, and Sam had to bite the bullet.
“Willyoufuckme?” He blurted it all out and immediately hid his face back in Dean's chest. Which is how he both felt and heard Dean's groan.
“Oh yeah,” Dean huffed out, before rolling them over so that he was on all fours, hovering above Sam. “Yeah baby, gonna fuck you how you need it. Know you fingered yourself sometimes. Were you thinking of me?”
Sam nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. Dean's dark chuckle at that made him squirm in the best way.
“That's it,” Dean whispered. “What did you use for lube? Don't wanna hurt you. Never gonna hurt my little Sammy.”
The love in Dean's voice did things to Sam's insides, making him feel like he was made of jelly, all wibbly-wobbly and close to falling apart. It took some effort to reach between the side of the bed and the wall to retrieve the handful of tiny lube packets he'd stashed there.
“Where'd you get these?” Dean asked, and Sam thought he detected a frisson of jealousy in his voice.
“Um, Jason's mum's a nurse. And his sister's always going out clubbing and stuff, so his mum put a bowl of condoms and safe sex stuff on the hall table to make a point. And, um... I was walking past and no one was watching, so I grabbed some...”
“That's my boy,” Dean kissed him softly, settling Sam's nerves. “That's my good boy. Good to be prepared.”
Sam nodded and lay back as he watched Dean strip off his clothes properly. He blushed again when he saw the drying come on Dean's stomach, above his hard, leaking cock. Dean, of course, just grinned cockily when he saw Sam staring.
“Don't worry Sammy,” Dean gently parted Sam's legs, massaging his thighs a little. “I'm sure you'll come again with me inside you this time.”
Sam couldn't say anything. He felt frozen as Dean tore open the first lube packet and squeezed some onto his fingers. The feeling of Dean's finger prodding at his entrance snapped him out of it a little, and Sam forced himself to relax as Dean started sliding in and out of him.
It didn't feel much different to when he did it to himself, maybe an easier angle, and Dean's finger was certainly thicker than his, but it wasn't bad. Fairly quickly Dean added a second finger, which burned but felt good at the same time. Then Dean really started scissoring and thrusting, and Sam gasped as Dean found his prostate.
“There we go,” Dean muttered. He was grinning as Sam started moving his hips as well, eager for more of that feeling. Sam didn't even care when Dean added a third finger, because now that he knew the angle Dean was almost constantly rubbing at his prostate.
Sam moaned in bliss as he rocked back onto Dean's hand, feet planted on the bed to give more leverage. His little prick was standing up again, and he could feel himself getting closer to another orgasm.
“Dean, I need... I need you now,” he managed to grind out. Dean nodded as he removed his fingers and patted Sam's leg.
“Might wanna roll over for this bit,” Dean warned him. “The angle should be easier.”
Sam did as he was told and rolled over, letting Dean pull up his hips so that he was presenting like a bitch in heat. He didn't make his little brother suffer though. Dean had slicked himself while Sam was getting into position, and pressed in straight away.
It hurt, but not as much as he'd been expecting. Dean was muttering endearments and running his hands all over Sam's body, which helped to ground him. As soon as he was completely buried, Dean started withdrawing again at the same slow but steady pace. Sam found that he liked it, liked the sensation of something moving into him, claiming him, owning him. The fact that it was Dean just meant that he knew he was going to be okay. He'd always be okay. Dean would take care of him.
“Fuck Sammy, so tight,” Dean muttered. “Not gonna last. So good, feels like you were made for me.”
Sam sighed in happiness. Dean's cock felt enormous inside of him, and constantly pressed against his prostate. The pain was receding as he welcomed the pleasure instead, and while it wasn't enough to get him off again, it felt good.
Then Dean started to speed up and wrapped a hand around Sam's erection. It only took a few strokes for Sam to come again, he was so sensitive. He didn't feel bad though, because almost immediately after Dean's thrusts became jerky, signalling the loss of his control. He ground his hips against Sam, letting out a loud groan as he came, filling his little brother's ass.
Sam frowned as he felt Dean manhandling him onto his side, still buried inside of him.
“Dean?” He slurred, sleep starting to overtake him. “You gonna pull out?”
“Hmmm...” Dean hummed in return, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. “Maybe. Later. Wanna stay like this for now.”
Sam considered it, and clenched his ass a little. It felt... odd, just resting inside of him, but not bad. It wasn't hurting him, so he shrugged and pressed back a little.
“Besides,” he heard Dean whisper as he drifted off to sleep, “you've been fucking me awake for months. Now it's my turn.”
Author: chef_geekier
Pairing: Weecest
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2200
Warnings: Somnophilia, underage (Dean 16, Sam 12), incest. Not a long list, but they're big ones!
Summary: Sam thinks that the only way he can have Dean is when he's asleep. Dean begs to differ.
Sam struggled to keep his breathing even as Dean puttered about the bedroom, getting ready for bed. It was late, and Dean had been out at some bar or other - despite looking even younger than his already underage sixteen, he still managed to charm drinks out of people. Sam stifled a growl at that thought. It was mostly older men who shouldn't be thinking things like that about his Dean. At any rate Dean was back safe and sound at the motel du jour, his slightly exaggerated movements betraying his inebriation. Perfect.
“Sammy? You 'wake?” Dean mumbled. Sam knew he had to play this right, and grumbled under his breath as he rolled over like a petulant child trying to stay asleep. He let his breathing even out again, and waited. For a moment he thought maybe Dean wouldn't go for it, that he knew something was up, but then the bed dipped and the covers were pulled back. Dean slid in silently and wrapped himself around his little brother, nuzzling into the back of his neck contentedly.
Waiting like this was sweet torture for Sam. He felt so safe whenever Dean held him like this, like nothing could get to him. It was as though Dean was putting himself between Sam and the rest of the world, as good as declaring that Sam was his.
If only he knew how true that was.
The minutes passed, and Sam finally decided to risk it. Dean usually slept soundly when he'd had a few drinks, but he was always practically hyper-aware of Sam. It was always a fine line to make sure that he stayed asleep while still being responsive enough.
Slowly, Sam moved out of Dean's octopus-like grasp and sat up. He could just make out Dean's features in the erratic light coming in from the motel's sign outside, and bit back a sigh. His older brother was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and that included the stained glass windows in Pastor Jim's church.
“Dean?” Sam whispered, double-checking. There was no response, and Sam smiled. Perfect.
Keeping his touch gentle, Sam pulled the covers back and nudged Dean to roll over onto his back. Dean wriggled a little, getting comfortable before he stilled again.
“Dean, you awake?” Sam whispered again. When there was again no response, Sam carefully laid a hand on Dean's crotch, rubbing him gently through the cloth of his sleep pants. He was already hard - had been since Dean had snuggled into him - and needed Dean to be on the same page. Thankfully it never took much to get Dean in the mood, even asleep, and soon Sam was tracing Dean's erection and smiling in triumph.
Controlling his breathing carefully, Sam reached out and pulled down the front of Dean's pants. This was always the tricky part, but Sam had discovered that if he put one hand inside Dean's underwear and lightly caressed his balls, Dean would wriggle enough that he could pull the pants down. It worked this time as well, and Sam bit his lip to keep from groaning. Instead he focused on pushing Dean's shirt up just a little, so that he could see the clean lines of Dean's stomach.
Sam spent a few minutes just stroking Dean's cock, reveling in the feel of it in his hands as he gazed on Dean's body. He'd never get sick of the sight. Eventually though, he knew he had to move on to the next part - it wouldn't do for Dean to wake up like this.
Stripping out of his own sleepwear, Sam watched Dean's face for any signs of waking up. Then, since he seemed as deeply asleep as ever, Sam lifted one leg over Dean's and settled down on his thighs. Sam sighed as his own small prick rubbed against his brother's larger one, finally getting some relief.
After shifting his hips a little to line them up properly, Sam wrapped both hands around his and Dean's erections. He rubbed up and down a little, but mostly moved his hips to get the best friction. Letting his eyes fall closed, Sam tried to keep his breathing quiet as he imagined what it would be like if Dean was awake to participate properly.
He imagined what it would be like for Dean to open him up with tongue, fingers, toys, to slick himself up and properly fuck Sam. What they could do together on the long nights when their dad was gone. What it would be like to kiss Dean properly.
Sam was so preoccupied with his fantasy and the feeling of Dean's cock against him that for a moment, he didn't register the hands stroking his legs. His eyes flew open though when Dean grabbed his ass and squeezed.
“Ah! Dean!” Sam squeaked. He froze in place, still gripping their cocks, and tried to think up an excuse. Dean was going to hate him, this was incest, this was-
Sam's brain seemed to flat-line when Dean reached up and yanked him down, so that he was sprawled across his big brother's chest. With one hand still on Sam's ass, Dean used the other to draw his face up so that he could kiss his little brother full on the mouth.
Eyes falling shut again, Sam let out a moan of happiness when Dean's tongue pressed into his mouth. He started moving his hips again, rubbing against Dean's stomach. There was too much height difference to continue his previous activity, but Dean's cock was now between Sam's legs, and he squeezed his thighs shut to give Dean some relief.
The brothers continued to kiss, Dean seemingly unable to let go of Sam now that he'd started, as their bodies moved against each other. Sam came first, wailing into Dean's mouth as his orgasm hit harder than it ever had before. He collapsed into a boneless heap, panting and shaking a little.
“Sammy,” Dean whispered, and Sam looked up at him. He was more than a little confused, and hoped that Dean wasn't about to get mad. “Why didn't you say anything to me? Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?”
“Because it's wrong,” Sam admitted softly, burying his face in Dean's chest. “We're brothers. I'm not supposed to like you this way.”
“Oh Sam,” Dean let out a chuckle, which made Sam bounce. “Nothing you do will ever be wrong to me.”
“You promise?”
“I promise. I've been wanting you to wake me up for so long.”
“You mean,” Sam tensed up at the realisation, “you've been awake the whole time?”
“Pretty much,” Dean nodded, running a hand through Sam's hair in an effort to soothe him. “I'm the one who taught you to pretend-sleep, remember? And anyway, guys usually wake up when they get turned on enough.”
Sam flushed. He'd thought he'd been so careful, that he'd managed to make Dean come and cleaned it up without his brother knowing. Turns out Dean was just humouring him.
“Couldn't resist any more though,” Dean continued. “Just looked so pretty like that, like all you needed was me and my cock to complete you. Had to let you know that it's okay with me. I'll give you anything you want, baby boy. You just gotta ask.”
They were silent for a few minutes, before Sam realised that Dean hadn't come yet. He squirmed a little, trying to figure out if he could ask for that. Then he figured he may as well ask - Dean had enthusiastically participated so far.
“Um, Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you...” he paused, unable to get the last words out. It was so embarrassing.
“What? What do you need, baby boy?” Dean was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, looking at him like he was something precious, and Sam had to bite the bullet.
“Willyoufuckme?” He blurted it all out and immediately hid his face back in Dean's chest. Which is how he both felt and heard Dean's groan.
“Oh yeah,” Dean huffed out, before rolling them over so that he was on all fours, hovering above Sam. “Yeah baby, gonna fuck you how you need it. Know you fingered yourself sometimes. Were you thinking of me?”
Sam nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. Dean's dark chuckle at that made him squirm in the best way.
“That's it,” Dean whispered. “What did you use for lube? Don't wanna hurt you. Never gonna hurt my little Sammy.”
The love in Dean's voice did things to Sam's insides, making him feel like he was made of jelly, all wibbly-wobbly and close to falling apart. It took some effort to reach between the side of the bed and the wall to retrieve the handful of tiny lube packets he'd stashed there.
“Where'd you get these?” Dean asked, and Sam thought he detected a frisson of jealousy in his voice.
“Um, Jason's mum's a nurse. And his sister's always going out clubbing and stuff, so his mum put a bowl of condoms and safe sex stuff on the hall table to make a point. And, um... I was walking past and no one was watching, so I grabbed some...”
“That's my boy,” Dean kissed him softly, settling Sam's nerves. “That's my good boy. Good to be prepared.”
Sam nodded and lay back as he watched Dean strip off his clothes properly. He blushed again when he saw the drying come on Dean's stomach, above his hard, leaking cock. Dean, of course, just grinned cockily when he saw Sam staring.
“Don't worry Sammy,” Dean gently parted Sam's legs, massaging his thighs a little. “I'm sure you'll come again with me inside you this time.”
Sam couldn't say anything. He felt frozen as Dean tore open the first lube packet and squeezed some onto his fingers. The feeling of Dean's finger prodding at his entrance snapped him out of it a little, and Sam forced himself to relax as Dean started sliding in and out of him.
It didn't feel much different to when he did it to himself, maybe an easier angle, and Dean's finger was certainly thicker than his, but it wasn't bad. Fairly quickly Dean added a second finger, which burned but felt good at the same time. Then Dean really started scissoring and thrusting, and Sam gasped as Dean found his prostate.
“There we go,” Dean muttered. He was grinning as Sam started moving his hips as well, eager for more of that feeling. Sam didn't even care when Dean added a third finger, because now that he knew the angle Dean was almost constantly rubbing at his prostate.
Sam moaned in bliss as he rocked back onto Dean's hand, feet planted on the bed to give more leverage. His little prick was standing up again, and he could feel himself getting closer to another orgasm.
“Dean, I need... I need you now,” he managed to grind out. Dean nodded as he removed his fingers and patted Sam's leg.
“Might wanna roll over for this bit,” Dean warned him. “The angle should be easier.”
Sam did as he was told and rolled over, letting Dean pull up his hips so that he was presenting like a bitch in heat. He didn't make his little brother suffer though. Dean had slicked himself while Sam was getting into position, and pressed in straight away.
It hurt, but not as much as he'd been expecting. Dean was muttering endearments and running his hands all over Sam's body, which helped to ground him. As soon as he was completely buried, Dean started withdrawing again at the same slow but steady pace. Sam found that he liked it, liked the sensation of something moving into him, claiming him, owning him. The fact that it was Dean just meant that he knew he was going to be okay. He'd always be okay. Dean would take care of him.
“Fuck Sammy, so tight,” Dean muttered. “Not gonna last. So good, feels like you were made for me.”
Sam sighed in happiness. Dean's cock felt enormous inside of him, and constantly pressed against his prostate. The pain was receding as he welcomed the pleasure instead, and while it wasn't enough to get him off again, it felt good.
Then Dean started to speed up and wrapped a hand around Sam's erection. It only took a few strokes for Sam to come again, he was so sensitive. He didn't feel bad though, because almost immediately after Dean's thrusts became jerky, signalling the loss of his control. He ground his hips against Sam, letting out a loud groan as he came, filling his little brother's ass.
Sam frowned as he felt Dean manhandling him onto his side, still buried inside of him.
“Dean?” He slurred, sleep starting to overtake him. “You gonna pull out?”
“Hmmm...” Dean hummed in return, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. “Maybe. Later. Wanna stay like this for now.”
Sam considered it, and clenched his ass a little. It felt... odd, just resting inside of him, but not bad. It wasn't hurting him, so he shrugged and pressed back a little.
“Besides,” he heard Dean whisper as he drifted off to sleep, “you've been fucking me awake for months. Now it's my turn.”