Fic - 69 is a nice number (Dean really likes it), Dean/Sam, NC-17
Title: 69 is a nice number (Dean really likes it)
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,805
Summary: After a heavy make-out session, Sam had told him that he’d wanted to do this for a while, and before Dean could say a word, Sam had grabbed him by the hips and manhandled him around. Right now, Dean was on all fours right above Sam, face close to his brother’s crotch and Dean’s ass sticking into the air.
Disclaimer: None of this is owned by me, I'm not making any profit with this piece of fiction. Dean and Sam belong to Kripke and John too, and I am not messing with that man!
Author Notes: Finally! Finally I'm able to post it. Thank you very, very much to the awesome Mis aka ghosts and Dee aka angelsdee for doing the beta! A big thank you goes out to the uber-awesome ukulelehoney for doing drawings to my fic, I cannot thank her often enough.
Now, on to the fic.
Crossposted to dean_sam and sn_slash!
69 is a nice number
(Dean really likes it)
Dean should never, ever trust his brother when said brother wants to “try something”. Never.
After a heavy make-out session, Sam had told him that he’d wanted to do this for a while, and before Dean could say a word, Sam had grabbed him by the hips and manhandled him around. Right now, Dean was on all fours right above Sam, face close to his brother’s crotch and Dean’s ass sticking into the air.
Talk about awkward, he thought. Wriggling his ass around a little, he turned around to look at Sam between his legs, telling him, “You really are a freak.”
As weird as Dean thought this was, there was nothing that could hide the impressive boner he was sporting, the one that was currently angling right in front of Sam’s face. Dean smirked.
His younger brother mirrored his grin, lifting his head off the pillow to nuzzle Dean’s thigh with his face. The stubble getting caught on the baby-fine hair there made Dean squirm, and he sighed.
“Yeah, I might be, but you can’t deny you love it.” The wicked smirk on Sam’s face threw Dean off for a second before he turned his head back to Sam’s cock. It was leaking pre-come already, and Dean hadn’t even done anything yet. His mouth watered at the thought of letting Sam fuck his mouth.
Sam nuzzled his thigh once more, whispering, “C’mon, Dean. You’re gonna enjoy this.”
Warm air blowing over his balls made Dean groan once again. Before he could say a word, Sam had wrapped his lips around the head of his dick, sucking gently.
“Oh, fuck!” Dean cried out, arching his back and giving Sam better access to his dick. This was even better than Dean had expected it to be, but he wasn’t gonna let Sam know that just yet.
Instead he leaned forward, pulling his cock free from Sam’s mouth, but lowering his own mouth to lick the pre-come off Sam’s dick. The husky moan that rose from Sam’s throat sent a shiver down Dean’s spine and raised goose bumps.
“Such a hot mouth, just perfect for this…” Sam growled and grabbed Dean’s hips to pull his dick back into Sam’s mouth. Dean whimpered around his brother’s cock; the whimper turned into a low chuckle when Sam’s hips arched off the bed.
Not giving Dean any time to take over, Sam wrapped his lips around his older brother’s dick again, taking him in deep this time.
The chuckle died in Dean’s throat. He had to take his mouth off Sam’s dick to moan loudly, pressing his face into the skin of Sam’s thigh. “Ah, Sa-Sam…” He rolled his hips, trying to make Sam take him even deeper.
The grin Dean could feel on Sam’s lips made Dean bury his face even harder into Sam’s thigh. He hated begging for anything; hated how Sam always made him beg before he would fuck him. A hidden part of Dean loved it though, loved handing over the control of his body to Sam because he knew Sam would reward him for it.
“C’mon, Dean, tell me what you want. Want to hear you say it.” Taking his mouth off Dean’s cock for a second, Sam licked a wet stripe over Dean’s balls. He was going to get Dean to beg soon enough; there was no need to rush things.
Since Dean wasn’t gonna answer anytime soon-judging by the small gasps and sighs that were slipping from his parted lips and by the uncontrolled rolling of his hips-Sam decided he’d had to pull out bigger weapons to get him to beg. Sam ran one hand up Dean’s thigh, resting it above Dean’s crack.
The elder brother shivered, his cheek rubbing against Sam’s cock. “Sam…” He breathed, slipping his tongue out of his mouth to lick at Sam’s cockhead. The salty taste made his mouth water, made it water for more. Dean opened his mouth with a grunt, taking Sam’s dick into his mouth again. When he felt the tip of it hit the back of his throat, Dean pulled his mouth off again until only the head remained in.
At the same time, Sam had begun to gently rub his thumb over the delicate, puckered opening of Dean’s ass. The muscle quivered beneath the skin of his finger, and Dean grunted again. “Fuck, Sam… you really wanna hear me beg, don’tcha?” His question was shaky; it took a lot of willpower to keep himself from fucking Sam’s face like he wanted to; like he needed to.
Sam licked a stripe along Dean’s shaft and then pulled his mouth off it with a pop, smirking, “Yeah, that’s the plan. And to have you coming so hard you’ll be seeing stars all over the place.” Slipping two fingers into his mouth, Sam sighed. He loved having his brother spread out in front of him like this.
When Sam was convinced that his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out of his mouth, pressing the tip of one finger into Dean. His brother arched his back, gasping and then moaning, “Ah, ah, Sam-fuck!”
That was definitely not what Dean had expected. Sure, he’d known that Sam was gonna tease him, but after all, Dean had just thought that it would be some blowjobs - but he’d be damned if he didn’t like it.
Torn between sucking Sam off and rolling his hips back into Sam’s mouth and on Sam’s finger, Dean pressed his eyes shut, trying to concentrate on Sam’s dick. “Oh, God… Fuck, Sam, can’t-can’t-“
This was almost too much for his senses. The friction of Sam’s sweet, hot mouth on his dick was driving him insane with the nipping and sucking, and Sam’s finger in his ass, delicately rubbing over that little bundle of nerves hidden in Dean.
“Shh, Dean, it’s okay; just relax for me-gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you love every single second of this.” Sam cooed to him, adding another finger to the one that was already there.
Groaning loudly, Dean bucked helplessly. “Sam, I’m gonna-gonna come…” He whimpered, riding himself back on Sam’s fingers that had started stretching him.
“Oh, no, you’re not, at least not before I’m buried in your ass.” Sam pulled his mouth off Dean’s dick, adding a third finger into Dean’s entrance at the same time. Judging by the painful expression on Dean’s face, the spit wasn’t enough anymore.
Pulling his fingers free, Sam grabbed the bottle of lube from their nightstand, pouring some of it over his fingers. This time, his probing digits slid in easier, and Dean relaxed visibly.
“Better.” He breathed out, slowly rolling his hips. Everything around Dean seemed forgotten; he’d closed his eyes, fully concentrating on his brother preparing him for his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.” Sam whispered against Dean’s thigh, grabbing his brother by the hips to turn him around. “Want you to ride me. Dean, can you-please?”
Dean looked at his brother. Sam’s hair was mussed up, his lips were swollen, and oh, the look in his eyes. So much want and lust-just for Dean. His brother looked so hot; Dean had to lean forward to kiss him. Sucking his own taste out of Sam’s mouth, Dean let his hands roam over Sam’s broad shoulders and back, gently caressing each and every scar he found there.
Sam gently nibbled on Dean’s jaw, moving closer to his ear. “C’mon, Dean, can’t wait any longer.” With that, he took hold of Dean’s hips, gently positioning him over Sam’s cock. Dean grabbed Sam’s shaft, holding it in place. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, he carefully, ever so slowly lowered himself onto Sam’s length.
“Ah, Dean, fuck!” Sam gasped at the tight heat surrounding his dick. No matter how many times he’d fuck Dean, he’d never get enough of Dean’s ass. And wasn’t that just the most perfect sight? Dean riding his cock, head thrown back, exposing a beautiful throat, muscles of his stomach working and Dean’s cock, red, swollen and pulsing, resting against those perfect abs.
Sam rested his hands on Dean’s hips, gently stroking the skin with his thumbs. While he let Dean ride him, the younger brother studied Dean’s face. Those long eyelashes resting against Dean’s freckled cheeks, the small pointy nose - those pink, full lips. They were trembling with lust, and without thinking about it, Dean pulled his lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it.
“Fuck, Dean, so hot… Doing this so well, c’mon, harder-” Whispering dirty things, Sam couldn’t help but gasp when Dean granted his wish, rolling his hips in smaller circles. As if he’d read Dean’s thoughts of wanting to do it, Sam wrapped one hand around Dean’s cock; jerking him to the same rhythm Dean was riding Sam.
The noises both brothers were making echoed through the room, gasps, whimpers, moans, and the slapping of skin on skin. “One-ah-day, Dean, I’m gonna-gonna tape this… gonna tape you riding me, gonna tape me doing you so hard you’ll be walking like you’re drunk… gonna-gonna-ah, Dean…” Sam promised with the huskiest voice Dean had ever heard on his brother, and damn, he was so close to the edge.
“Sam, please-Sam-ah-make me come, please… Can’t…” Dean’s thrusts were getting frantic, helpless; Sam couldn’t help but rock upwards to claim Dean’s mouth with his own. Their tongues fought a merciless battle, trying to get the upper hand over the other, with neither one of them really winning nor caring.
Dean broke off the kiss, gasping for air and burying his face in the crook of Sam’s neck. “Gonna-fuck, ‘m gonna…” A whine broke out of Dean’s throat as he came all over Sam’s hand and stomach.
Going limp in Sam’s arms, Dean let his brother push him on his back without complaining. Dean closed his eyes with a blissful expression on his face when Sam started pounding him, driving himself closer to the edge.
“Come on, Sam, wanna come for me? Wanna come in my ass?” Dean murmured, rubbing his hands over Sam’s shoulder blades.
With a loud cry, Sam came, collapsing on Dean. The brothers lay there for a while, sharing the same breath, holding each other.
When Sam got to heavy for Dean to bare it anymore, he pushed his younger brother off him, groaning, “Lose some weight, fatass.”
Sam chuckled, closing his eyes.
“Y’know, Sam, if somebody ever asks me about my lucky number, y’know what I’m gonna say?” Dean asked after a while, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Hm?” Sam turned around to lie on his side, wrapping one arm around Dean’s hips.
“It’s 69.”
the end
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Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,805
Summary: After a heavy make-out session, Sam had told him that he’d wanted to do this for a while, and before Dean could say a word, Sam had grabbed him by the hips and manhandled him around. Right now, Dean was on all fours right above Sam, face close to his brother’s crotch and Dean’s ass sticking into the air.
Disclaimer: None of this is owned by me, I'm not making any profit with this piece of fiction. Dean and Sam belong to Kripke and John too, and I am not messing with that man!
Author Notes: Finally! Finally I'm able to post it. Thank you very, very much to the awesome Mis aka ghosts and Dee aka angelsdee for doing the beta! A big thank you goes out to the uber-awesome ukulelehoney for doing drawings to my fic, I cannot thank her often enough.
Now, on to the fic.
Crossposted to dean_sam and sn_slash!
69 is a nice number
(Dean really likes it)
Dean should never, ever trust his brother when said brother wants to “try something”. Never.
After a heavy make-out session, Sam had told him that he’d wanted to do this for a while, and before Dean could say a word, Sam had grabbed him by the hips and manhandled him around. Right now, Dean was on all fours right above Sam, face close to his brother’s crotch and Dean’s ass sticking into the air.
Talk about awkward, he thought. Wriggling his ass around a little, he turned around to look at Sam between his legs, telling him, “You really are a freak.”
As weird as Dean thought this was, there was nothing that could hide the impressive boner he was sporting, the one that was currently angling right in front of Sam’s face. Dean smirked.
His younger brother mirrored his grin, lifting his head off the pillow to nuzzle Dean’s thigh with his face. The stubble getting caught on the baby-fine hair there made Dean squirm, and he sighed.
“Yeah, I might be, but you can’t deny you love it.” The wicked smirk on Sam’s face threw Dean off for a second before he turned his head back to Sam’s cock. It was leaking pre-come already, and Dean hadn’t even done anything yet. His mouth watered at the thought of letting Sam fuck his mouth.
Sam nuzzled his thigh once more, whispering, “C’mon, Dean. You’re gonna enjoy this.”
Warm air blowing over his balls made Dean groan once again. Before he could say a word, Sam had wrapped his lips around the head of his dick, sucking gently.
“Oh, fuck!” Dean cried out, arching his back and giving Sam better access to his dick. This was even better than Dean had expected it to be, but he wasn’t gonna let Sam know that just yet.
Instead he leaned forward, pulling his cock free from Sam’s mouth, but lowering his own mouth to lick the pre-come off Sam’s dick. The husky moan that rose from Sam’s throat sent a shiver down Dean’s spine and raised goose bumps.
“Such a hot mouth, just perfect for this…” Sam growled and grabbed Dean’s hips to pull his dick back into Sam’s mouth. Dean whimpered around his brother’s cock; the whimper turned into a low chuckle when Sam’s hips arched off the bed.
Not giving Dean any time to take over, Sam wrapped his lips around his older brother’s dick again, taking him in deep this time.
The chuckle died in Dean’s throat. He had to take his mouth off Sam’s dick to moan loudly, pressing his face into the skin of Sam’s thigh. “Ah, Sa-Sam…” He rolled his hips, trying to make Sam take him even deeper.
The grin Dean could feel on Sam’s lips made Dean bury his face even harder into Sam’s thigh. He hated begging for anything; hated how Sam always made him beg before he would fuck him. A hidden part of Dean loved it though, loved handing over the control of his body to Sam because he knew Sam would reward him for it.
“C’mon, Dean, tell me what you want. Want to hear you say it.” Taking his mouth off Dean’s cock for a second, Sam licked a wet stripe over Dean’s balls. He was going to get Dean to beg soon enough; there was no need to rush things.
Since Dean wasn’t gonna answer anytime soon-judging by the small gasps and sighs that were slipping from his parted lips and by the uncontrolled rolling of his hips-Sam decided he’d had to pull out bigger weapons to get him to beg. Sam ran one hand up Dean’s thigh, resting it above Dean’s crack.
The elder brother shivered, his cheek rubbing against Sam’s cock. “Sam…” He breathed, slipping his tongue out of his mouth to lick at Sam’s cockhead. The salty taste made his mouth water, made it water for more. Dean opened his mouth with a grunt, taking Sam’s dick into his mouth again. When he felt the tip of it hit the back of his throat, Dean pulled his mouth off again until only the head remained in.
At the same time, Sam had begun to gently rub his thumb over the delicate, puckered opening of Dean’s ass. The muscle quivered beneath the skin of his finger, and Dean grunted again. “Fuck, Sam… you really wanna hear me beg, don’tcha?” His question was shaky; it took a lot of willpower to keep himself from fucking Sam’s face like he wanted to; like he needed to.
Sam licked a stripe along Dean’s shaft and then pulled his mouth off it with a pop, smirking, “Yeah, that’s the plan. And to have you coming so hard you’ll be seeing stars all over the place.” Slipping two fingers into his mouth, Sam sighed. He loved having his brother spread out in front of him like this.
When Sam was convinced that his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out of his mouth, pressing the tip of one finger into Dean. His brother arched his back, gasping and then moaning, “Ah, ah, Sam-fuck!”
That was definitely not what Dean had expected. Sure, he’d known that Sam was gonna tease him, but after all, Dean had just thought that it would be some blowjobs - but he’d be damned if he didn’t like it.
Torn between sucking Sam off and rolling his hips back into Sam’s mouth and on Sam’s finger, Dean pressed his eyes shut, trying to concentrate on Sam’s dick. “Oh, God… Fuck, Sam, can’t-can’t-“
This was almost too much for his senses. The friction of Sam’s sweet, hot mouth on his dick was driving him insane with the nipping and sucking, and Sam’s finger in his ass, delicately rubbing over that little bundle of nerves hidden in Dean.
“Shh, Dean, it’s okay; just relax for me-gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you love every single second of this.” Sam cooed to him, adding another finger to the one that was already there.
Groaning loudly, Dean bucked helplessly. “Sam, I’m gonna-gonna come…” He whimpered, riding himself back on Sam’s fingers that had started stretching him.
“Oh, no, you’re not, at least not before I’m buried in your ass.” Sam pulled his mouth off Dean’s dick, adding a third finger into Dean’s entrance at the same time. Judging by the painful expression on Dean’s face, the spit wasn’t enough anymore.
Pulling his fingers free, Sam grabbed the bottle of lube from their nightstand, pouring some of it over his fingers. This time, his probing digits slid in easier, and Dean relaxed visibly.
“Better.” He breathed out, slowly rolling his hips. Everything around Dean seemed forgotten; he’d closed his eyes, fully concentrating on his brother preparing him for his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.” Sam whispered against Dean’s thigh, grabbing his brother by the hips to turn him around. “Want you to ride me. Dean, can you-please?”
Dean looked at his brother. Sam’s hair was mussed up, his lips were swollen, and oh, the look in his eyes. So much want and lust-just for Dean. His brother looked so hot; Dean had to lean forward to kiss him. Sucking his own taste out of Sam’s mouth, Dean let his hands roam over Sam’s broad shoulders and back, gently caressing each and every scar he found there.
Sam gently nibbled on Dean’s jaw, moving closer to his ear. “C’mon, Dean, can’t wait any longer.” With that, he took hold of Dean’s hips, gently positioning him over Sam’s cock. Dean grabbed Sam’s shaft, holding it in place. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, he carefully, ever so slowly lowered himself onto Sam’s length.
“Ah, Dean, fuck!” Sam gasped at the tight heat surrounding his dick. No matter how many times he’d fuck Dean, he’d never get enough of Dean’s ass. And wasn’t that just the most perfect sight? Dean riding his cock, head thrown back, exposing a beautiful throat, muscles of his stomach working and Dean’s cock, red, swollen and pulsing, resting against those perfect abs.
Sam rested his hands on Dean’s hips, gently stroking the skin with his thumbs. While he let Dean ride him, the younger brother studied Dean’s face. Those long eyelashes resting against Dean’s freckled cheeks, the small pointy nose - those pink, full lips. They were trembling with lust, and without thinking about it, Dean pulled his lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it.
“Fuck, Dean, so hot… Doing this so well, c’mon, harder-” Whispering dirty things, Sam couldn’t help but gasp when Dean granted his wish, rolling his hips in smaller circles. As if he’d read Dean’s thoughts of wanting to do it, Sam wrapped one hand around Dean’s cock; jerking him to the same rhythm Dean was riding Sam.
The noises both brothers were making echoed through the room, gasps, whimpers, moans, and the slapping of skin on skin. “One-ah-day, Dean, I’m gonna-gonna tape this… gonna tape you riding me, gonna tape me doing you so hard you’ll be walking like you’re drunk… gonna-gonna-ah, Dean…” Sam promised with the huskiest voice Dean had ever heard on his brother, and damn, he was so close to the edge.
“Sam, please-Sam-ah-make me come, please… Can’t…” Dean’s thrusts were getting frantic, helpless; Sam couldn’t help but rock upwards to claim Dean’s mouth with his own. Their tongues fought a merciless battle, trying to get the upper hand over the other, with neither one of them really winning nor caring.
Dean broke off the kiss, gasping for air and burying his face in the crook of Sam’s neck. “Gonna-fuck, ‘m gonna…” A whine broke out of Dean’s throat as he came all over Sam’s hand and stomach.
Going limp in Sam’s arms, Dean let his brother push him on his back without complaining. Dean closed his eyes with a blissful expression on his face when Sam started pounding him, driving himself closer to the edge.
“Come on, Sam, wanna come for me? Wanna come in my ass?” Dean murmured, rubbing his hands over Sam’s shoulder blades.
With a loud cry, Sam came, collapsing on Dean. The brothers lay there for a while, sharing the same breath, holding each other.
When Sam got to heavy for Dean to bare it anymore, he pushed his younger brother off him, groaning, “Lose some weight, fatass.”
Sam chuckled, closing his eyes.
“Y’know, Sam, if somebody ever asks me about my lucky number, y’know what I’m gonna say?” Dean asked after a while, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Hm?” Sam turned around to lie on his side, wrapping one arm around Dean’s hips.
“It’s 69.”
the end
And the drawings (for a bigger view, please click!):
Please do not steal them, because they're mine, MINE MINE MIIIIIIINEEEEE!!!11!