Gut Feeling
Title "Gut Feeling"
Author deadbeat_nymph
Rating NC-17
Word Count 3,200
Pairings Sam/Dean; Dean/pie; Sam/Dean/pie; mentions of Dean/cheeseburger
Warning While this piece is rather lighthearted, maybe even a bit schmoopy, it is very dirty, including food porn and enema play. No D/s or spanking, though.
Beta wanton_erato who is not only a wonderful beta, but also a kind hand holder. Thank you!
Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Author's Notes Written for JubJubFest. I may be abjectly ashamed of this or brazenly proud; I haven't decided.
Summary Dean loves pie. Sam might be jealous. There are some belly troubles. And then all was well.
Gut Feeling
Sticky and sweet and just plain gorgeous, the mound passed through Dean's lips and settled onto his tongue. His lips clung, puckered, around the fork that delivered its sweet prize, unwilling to release it just yet, holding onto the pleasure, dragging out each moment to its fullest. A groan pushed up his throat, over his tongue, reverberating at the seal created by his lips and pulsing backward over the gooey morsel up into his palate. His entire jaw shuddered.
"Jesus, Dean, did you order more pie while I was in the washroom?" Sam asked as he slid down into the booth.
Dean hummed around the mass. Ignore him, baby, he thought. Right now, it's just you and me. He lifted his tongue, fondling the pastry with it, and he could have sworn he heard the pastry whisper to him through its juices, Say my name, bitch, just as Sam kicked him under the table.
"Would you stop going down on that pie? We're in public, asshole."
"So goooh…" Dean murmured, finally allowing the warmth to spill down his greedy throat. His mouth relinquished the fork with a sigh, half satisfaction, half mourning, his lips parting gently to let his tongue probe over them, gathering the pie dew that lingered on his plush flesh. He let his fingers drift downward toward the plate and brought the fork to nestle among the golden flakes of pastry and plump fruit. As he thrust in again with renewed determination, Sam reached across the table and grabbed him by the arm.
"What's your damage, Heather?" Dean snarled, glaring at his brother.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Look, I know you're trying to make the most out of your last year, but maybe you should try to be more well-rounded," he said. He smirked and added, "And I don't mean in the gut."
"Are you calling me fat?"
Sam grinned. "Well, if the sweatpants fit…"
"Oh, shut up," Dean said, but the words were belied by crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the sweetness of pastry lulling him into an unconquerable mirth.
"I'm just saying," Sam continued more seriously, "that maybe you don't need to have two pieces of pie with your breakfast cheeseburger."
Dean's eyes widened, his eyelashes fluttering. "But the first one was apple, Sam, and it was so good I just had to see what they could do with cherry." He nibbled on the fork prongs, grinning ferociously.
"Are you flirting with me over pie?"
Dean dropped his head a notch but raised an eyebrow. "I could be flirting with you over pie back at the motel."
Sam pried his eyes away from his brother's gaze and waved at their waitress. "Check, please," he said.
"And can we get a slice of that pie to go?" Dean added.
* * *
Dean almost giggled at the sight of the feast spread out before him. Sam, naked and supine on the motel's king-sized bed, limbs sprawled comfortably, hands kneading wrinkled sheets. Pie, warm and nestling on taut skin and soft hair, oozing slowly down the creases of Sam's groin.
Crawling onto the foot of the bed, Dean knelt between Sam's parted thighs. He pressed his fingertips gently on the insides of Sam's knees and petted the hot skin.
"Mmm… Sammy pie…" he mumbled before diving in.
With childlike abandon, Dean plunged face first into his brother's crotch. His mouth landed between Sam's thigh and balls, his lips parting to allow his tongue to swab at the pie filling dripping there. Lapping at the goo in earnest, his tongue, fat, caught a falling cherry. With determined prodding, Dean brought it to press against Sam's perineum, then dragged it up along the underside of Sam's cock, urging it upward with curls and sweeps. When he reached the top, pressing the cherry against the taut vee of the ridge, Dean opened his mouth wide and enveloped the head. With his lips sealed over the head, he maneuvered the cherry into Sam's slit with purposeful flicks of his tongue. Grinding it into the cleft, Dean turned the cherry, swirling to coat it with precome and teasing Sam's slit.
From the head of the bed came hitched breaths and whimpers, Sam's mewls punctuating Dean's every flick and prod.
"Fuck, Dean, where did you… oh… how did… huh… oh god…"
Keeping the cherry at the tip, Dean stretched his jaw and sucked more of Sam into his mouth. The cherry rode along up to the back of Dean's palate, catching in his throat, and Dean gagged. Sam kicked and shouted, fucking up into Dean's gullet, thick cock throbbing with the chokes, and Dean had no choice but to swallow the fruit whole. The swallow drove Sam wilder, hands sliding down to grip Dean's skull, hips driving toward Dean's face, cock filling him as deeply as it could. Dean took it, swallowed more, let Sam ride his throat.
"Jesus- Dean- I'm gonna-"
Dean wrenched his mouth off the cock with a loud plop. Catching his breath, he ran his hands up the sides of his face and entwined his fingers with Sam's above his head. He brought down their joined hands, holding on gently while he waited for Sam's hips to settle.
Once his brother had calmed enough for Dean to resume control, he dropped his face back down into Sam's crotch. Taking more pie into his mouth, Dean licked, kissed, bit around his brother's cock. He slid the morsel, filling and crust melting into one soft mass, to the base of Sam's cock. Dean mouthed it, working the pie against the upper side of the shaft with pouted lips, then swallowed. He scooped another mouthful of pie and brought it down to Sam's scrotum. Mixing pie and sac in his mouth, he used his tongue to swirl the pie over and around each heavy ball. As Sam moaned, Dean released his balls, finished chewing the pie, and then swallowed again. Leaning in for another bite of pie, Dean sucked cherry filling out of Sam's pubes, lingering over the sticky mess.
"Dean! You're eating more of the pie than you are of me!"
"Shhh, baby, you know I love you both equally," Dean said.
"Equally? Dean!"
Dean sighed. "Sammy, Sammy, there's enough room in my heart for you and pie. Just because I love pie doesn't mean I love you any less. It's called polyamory - didn't they teach you anything in college?"
"Dean, where'd you even hear that word?" As Dean opened his mouth to reply, Sam added, "Never mind - I can't believe we're having this conversation."
Dean tsked, then said, "Honestly, Sam, I'm disappointed with your lack of sophistication."
Sam grunted and grabbed Dean's wrist. "Fucking finish me off, or I'm gonna turn you over and cherry filling's the only lube you're gonna get," he said.
Dean's belly fluttered at Sam's words. Eyes widening, he grinned. The challenge was enough to push Sam over the edge. He yanked on Dean's wrist, pulling him down roughly onto his side. One hand digging into Dean's hip, the other into his shoulder, Sam forced him onto his belly and pinned him with his own long body. Sam sunk his jaw, opened wide, at the tender junction of Dean's neck and shoulder and bit down hard. He lay atop Dean, teeth digging, hands clutching, until Dean's struggles subsided.
Whipping his hands down his brother's body, Sam raised his torso and straddled Dean's hips. "You might want to bite the pillow," he said, then dropped a leg backward between Dean's thighs. He pried them apart with his knee, and Dean moaned beneath him. Sam's fingers dug into the flesh of Dean's hamstring and with a fierce shove Dean's thigh met his flank, his knee almost in his armpit.
"I'm so glad I sold you on the whole yoga idea," Sam said above him.
"Fugh 'ou, 'itch," Dean snarled into the pillow.
Sam laughed as he guided his sticky cock to Dean's hole. "From up here, looks like you're the bitch," he said. He placed his other hand between his brother's shoulder blades and braced himself. "S'okay, though - I don't mind being the jerk tonight," he said and bore down.
Without any preparation, Dean was tight. The angle was odd, too, and Sam wasn't moving slowly, but Dean moaned and wiggled his ass upward as much as the position would allow.
"How's that, Dean? Pie feel as good going in the other end?"
Letting go of his dick, Sam drove the last inch into his brother's ass. He slid his hand up Dean's side to clutch the taut thigh beside it. Dean choked as Sam's weight shifted into his hands, tensed as his brother pulled back slowly.
After a pause that caused Dean's back to tense and his ass to twitch, Sam drove into him with a fierce thrust. Another pause, another harsh jab, and Dean bit the pillow. Time moved to an uneven beat as Sam fucked, austere, plunging and pausing maddeningly. Each beat grazed Dean's prostate, too abrupt to build pleasure. Smacks of sensation overwhelmed him then vanished, giving way to a desperate ache.
" 'ammy," Dean mumbled.
Then Sam let loose. Strokes came savage as before, but the pace lost all calculation, Sam's hips, his dick, racing against a beat that Dean couldn't breathe to. He lay there splayed beneath the onslaught, eating cotton and down, gripping sheets with numbed fingers. Eyes leaking. Cock drooling.
Sam squeezed Dean's thigh, rougher, pressed on his back, harder, and Dean felt his brother, so huge to begin with, grow larger with a throb. Grunting through clenched teeth Sam came, filling Dean with a slick warmth that eased his insides and let Sam, slowing, glide against his prostate. Sam rode Dean gently now, coming down from his orgasm, and Dean moaned. The sensations of the brutal fuck lingered in his body as the pleasure of the new gentleness permeated it, coalescing into a prickling heat that spurred his desperation.
As he neared his climax, fevered, a wave of cramping hit Dean and his moan caught in his throat. Sam sensed a change and shifted to Dean's side without withdrawing from him. He rolled Dean into an embrace, still fucking him gently as he spooned him.
"I've got you," Sam said. He drew his hand down Dean's chest, ran his knuckles softly over his belly, then palmed Dean's softening cock. Dean groaned, bent forward.
Sam started. "Fuck, did I hurt you? Shit, man, I'm sorry. You have to tell me if I'm hurting you," he said, his frown clear in his voice.
"No, you didn't hurt me, Sammy." Dean breathed the words through his groan. "My stomach's just not feeling so great." He curled and clutched at his lower abdomen.
Sam gazed at him, eyes narrowing. "Dean, that's not your stomach," he said, "that's your-"
Dean yelped. As the cramp passed, he glowered at his brother.
"Dean, when was the last time you, you know…"
"Shut up."
"Dean?" Sam asked warningly.
"I don't know… a few days maybe?"
Sam smacked his brother's ass. "Serves you right for living off of pie and cheeseburgers for the past two weeks," he said. He got up and rummaged around the room for the clothing he'd shed earlier in haste.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked meekly as he watched Sam dress.
Buckling his belt, Sam replied, "To the pharmacy, dumbass," then left Dean curled up and cringing naked on the bed.
* * *
When Sam returned, Dean was still naked, coiled around a pillow.
Sam asked, "How's it going?"
Dean narrowed his eyes in defiance.
Sam set the bag on the kitchen table, then stripped off his coat and removed his boots. "Should we do this here or in the bathroom?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Dean said, growing anxious as he watched Sam remove the items he had purchased from the bag.
Sam ignored him. He brought the coat stand from near the door toward the bed and said, "The bed'll be more comfortable." He went into the bathroom with the red rubber water bottle he'd pulled from the pharmacy bag.
Dean heard water running. After a few minutes, Sam returned with a towel and the rubber bag filled and bulging. As he approached the bed, he said, "Get on your back," then hung the bag on the lowest arm of the coat rack.
"Sammy?" Dean eyed his brother beseechingly.
Sam continued, "Unless you want to do it on your knees?"
"I thought you were gonna get something that, you know, goes in from the top?"
"I think you've put enough through the top for now," Sam said with a benign grin. He hooked the hose to the bag, then the nozzle to the hose. He shuffled about the room for a moment, collecting a few items that he deposited on the bed next to Dean.
"It'll be fine, Dean," he said. "Just let me take care of you for once, okay?"
Dean huffed, but didn't respond.
"Come on, then." Sam said. He laid Dean on his back and helped him scoot down on the bed until his bottom neared the edge. Sam instructed him to raise his knees and Dean, silent, looked away, but he obeyed. He placed his feet flat against the bed below his rear end. The cramps in his belly now competed against butterflies, and Dean wasn't sure which were winning.
Sitting beside Dean's feet at the edge of the bed, Sam smiled at him encouragingly. He placed one hand at the backs of Dean's knees and lifted his legs toward his chest, then spread the towel beneath his bottom. Keeping hold of Dean's knees, Sam reached for the bottle of Astroglide. He flicked open the top, turned it over, and allowed the gel to drip directly over Dean's exposed hole. Sam set the bottle aside, then brought his fingers to Dean's ass and began massaging his anus gently.
Dean couldn't count the times he'd felt Sam lubing his hole, but this was different. He felt exposed, vulnerable, infantile. Embarrassed.
"You okay?"
Dean shut his eyes, nodding. He didn't want to look at Sam while Sam prepped him, despite his brother's continued tenderness. If anything, that gentleness made it worse in Dean's mind; mocking and rough play he could take, but the compassion reminded him of his abjection and made him feel weak.
Despite having had much thicker things penetrate his ass, he sucked in a deep breath as, delicately, Sam inserted the nozzle. He heard a click, and a moment later he felt a strange warmth flow into him. Despite the weirdness of the sensation, it was soothing, and he let his legs relax into Sam's hand.
Sam palmed one of Dean's buttocks with his free hand, then smacked it and snickered. "Come on, bitch, you can take it."
Dean laughed, his tension deflating completely. "I'm not the bitch!" He opened his eyes and caught Sam's warm grin.
"Fine, jerk," Sam said, chuckling, and squeezed the cheek in his hand.
Dean's laughter subsided, but his eyes still twinkled when he muttered, "Bitch." He settled into the bed, enjoying the warmth filling him and the playful gaze he and Sam shared.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, a cramp hit Dean keenly. Sam let his legs drop back down, and Dean brought his knees together tightly, his shoulders curling in. Sam clamped the hose, stopping the flow to let the spasm pass, and pressed Dean down flat on his back. He lay down along Dean's side, propping his head on his hand, and rubbed Dean's belly in firm circles.
"Just breathe," he said.
Once the cramp had passed, Dean nodded at Sam, and he unclamped the hose. Dean inhaled sharply at the influx, but before Sam could pause the flow once more, his exhale grew into a low moan. The warmth, the rush, passed soothing and became exhilarating. His cock twitched.
Sam noticed. He made a game of it then, stopping the flow to fondle Dean's belly, nuzzle his flank, then starting it up again, over and over, making Dean pulse and moan. By the fourth pause, Dean was mewling, his dick hard and dripping. The feeling of fullness, of hot weight pressing into the deepest parts of him, intoxicated Dean. When Sam's hand slipped from his extended belly to part his thighs, Dean's entire body yielded.
Sam sat up then, placed one hand on Dean's cock and brought the other to his ass. Stroking Dean fiercely, Sam pulled at the nozzle, pushed it back in deeper, swirled it, teasing Dean's hole and working his prostate. The combined sensations in his cock, ass and gut drove Dean feral. With grunts and curses, he begged Sam to stop, to let him go, "I can't hold it- Sammy-", but at the crest of his words, Dean climaxed. Come streamed from his cock, struck his chest, his chin, Sam's cheek, and a string of fucks punctuated his sharp breaths.
Eventually, Dean settled, his body's convulsions slowing into soft waves. Sam drew his hand from Dean's cock up his belly and rubbed gently. "How's it going?" he asked.
Dean's breath returned to normal and he lay there, quiet for a moment, gazing at Sam. Then his eyes went wide and, squirming, he said, "Sam? I gotta-"
Sam released his belly, pulled out the nozzle as carefully as he could with Dean wriggling as he was, then helped him up off the bed. Sam tried to escort Dean to the bathroom, but Dean scowled at him and shrugged out of Sam's hold.
* * *
When Dean returned from the bathroom an hour later, having showered and dressed, Sam was sitting on the bed, reading from an old tome. He set the book on the night table and motioned for Dean to join him. Dean sank down next to him and allowed his brother to curl up around him.
"You know, now that you're all squeaky clean inside…" Sam began.
"What, you wanna stick it in again? Even though I'm 'well-rounded'?"
Sam laughed, then nuzzled into Dean's neck. "Mmm… I like you all squishy and happy," he said, kneading Dean's belly. "I just don't want you feeling sick is all. Especially over something like cherry pie."
Dean grinned. "Oh, the cherry pie was freaking worth it."
Summoning the spirit of pie in his memory, Dean appealed to it in a soft psychic whisper, Let's never fight again.
Author deadbeat_nymph
Rating NC-17
Word Count 3,200
Pairings Sam/Dean; Dean/pie; Sam/Dean/pie; mentions of Dean/cheeseburger
Warning While this piece is rather lighthearted, maybe even a bit schmoopy, it is very dirty, including food porn and enema play. No D/s or spanking, though.
Beta wanton_erato who is not only a wonderful beta, but also a kind hand holder. Thank you!
Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Author's Notes Written for JubJubFest. I may be abjectly ashamed of this or brazenly proud; I haven't decided.
Summary Dean loves pie. Sam might be jealous. There are some belly troubles. And then all was well.
Gut Feeling
Sticky and sweet and just plain gorgeous, the mound passed through Dean's lips and settled onto his tongue. His lips clung, puckered, around the fork that delivered its sweet prize, unwilling to release it just yet, holding onto the pleasure, dragging out each moment to its fullest. A groan pushed up his throat, over his tongue, reverberating at the seal created by his lips and pulsing backward over the gooey morsel up into his palate. His entire jaw shuddered.
"Jesus, Dean, did you order more pie while I was in the washroom?" Sam asked as he slid down into the booth.
Dean hummed around the mass. Ignore him, baby, he thought. Right now, it's just you and me. He lifted his tongue, fondling the pastry with it, and he could have sworn he heard the pastry whisper to him through its juices, Say my name, bitch, just as Sam kicked him under the table.
"Would you stop going down on that pie? We're in public, asshole."
"So goooh…" Dean murmured, finally allowing the warmth to spill down his greedy throat. His mouth relinquished the fork with a sigh, half satisfaction, half mourning, his lips parting gently to let his tongue probe over them, gathering the pie dew that lingered on his plush flesh. He let his fingers drift downward toward the plate and brought the fork to nestle among the golden flakes of pastry and plump fruit. As he thrust in again with renewed determination, Sam reached across the table and grabbed him by the arm.
"What's your damage, Heather?" Dean snarled, glaring at his brother.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Look, I know you're trying to make the most out of your last year, but maybe you should try to be more well-rounded," he said. He smirked and added, "And I don't mean in the gut."
"Are you calling me fat?"
Sam grinned. "Well, if the sweatpants fit…"
"Oh, shut up," Dean said, but the words were belied by crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the sweetness of pastry lulling him into an unconquerable mirth.
"I'm just saying," Sam continued more seriously, "that maybe you don't need to have two pieces of pie with your breakfast cheeseburger."
Dean's eyes widened, his eyelashes fluttering. "But the first one was apple, Sam, and it was so good I just had to see what they could do with cherry." He nibbled on the fork prongs, grinning ferociously.
"Are you flirting with me over pie?"
Dean dropped his head a notch but raised an eyebrow. "I could be flirting with you over pie back at the motel."
Sam pried his eyes away from his brother's gaze and waved at their waitress. "Check, please," he said.
"And can we get a slice of that pie to go?" Dean added.
* * *
Dean almost giggled at the sight of the feast spread out before him. Sam, naked and supine on the motel's king-sized bed, limbs sprawled comfortably, hands kneading wrinkled sheets. Pie, warm and nestling on taut skin and soft hair, oozing slowly down the creases of Sam's groin.
Crawling onto the foot of the bed, Dean knelt between Sam's parted thighs. He pressed his fingertips gently on the insides of Sam's knees and petted the hot skin.
"Mmm… Sammy pie…" he mumbled before diving in.
With childlike abandon, Dean plunged face first into his brother's crotch. His mouth landed between Sam's thigh and balls, his lips parting to allow his tongue to swab at the pie filling dripping there. Lapping at the goo in earnest, his tongue, fat, caught a falling cherry. With determined prodding, Dean brought it to press against Sam's perineum, then dragged it up along the underside of Sam's cock, urging it upward with curls and sweeps. When he reached the top, pressing the cherry against the taut vee of the ridge, Dean opened his mouth wide and enveloped the head. With his lips sealed over the head, he maneuvered the cherry into Sam's slit with purposeful flicks of his tongue. Grinding it into the cleft, Dean turned the cherry, swirling to coat it with precome and teasing Sam's slit.
From the head of the bed came hitched breaths and whimpers, Sam's mewls punctuating Dean's every flick and prod.
"Fuck, Dean, where did you… oh… how did… huh… oh god…"
Keeping the cherry at the tip, Dean stretched his jaw and sucked more of Sam into his mouth. The cherry rode along up to the back of Dean's palate, catching in his throat, and Dean gagged. Sam kicked and shouted, fucking up into Dean's gullet, thick cock throbbing with the chokes, and Dean had no choice but to swallow the fruit whole. The swallow drove Sam wilder, hands sliding down to grip Dean's skull, hips driving toward Dean's face, cock filling him as deeply as it could. Dean took it, swallowed more, let Sam ride his throat.
"Jesus- Dean- I'm gonna-"
Dean wrenched his mouth off the cock with a loud plop. Catching his breath, he ran his hands up the sides of his face and entwined his fingers with Sam's above his head. He brought down their joined hands, holding on gently while he waited for Sam's hips to settle.
Once his brother had calmed enough for Dean to resume control, he dropped his face back down into Sam's crotch. Taking more pie into his mouth, Dean licked, kissed, bit around his brother's cock. He slid the morsel, filling and crust melting into one soft mass, to the base of Sam's cock. Dean mouthed it, working the pie against the upper side of the shaft with pouted lips, then swallowed. He scooped another mouthful of pie and brought it down to Sam's scrotum. Mixing pie and sac in his mouth, he used his tongue to swirl the pie over and around each heavy ball. As Sam moaned, Dean released his balls, finished chewing the pie, and then swallowed again. Leaning in for another bite of pie, Dean sucked cherry filling out of Sam's pubes, lingering over the sticky mess.
"Dean! You're eating more of the pie than you are of me!"
"Shhh, baby, you know I love you both equally," Dean said.
"Equally? Dean!"
Dean sighed. "Sammy, Sammy, there's enough room in my heart for you and pie. Just because I love pie doesn't mean I love you any less. It's called polyamory - didn't they teach you anything in college?"
"Dean, where'd you even hear that word?" As Dean opened his mouth to reply, Sam added, "Never mind - I can't believe we're having this conversation."
Dean tsked, then said, "Honestly, Sam, I'm disappointed with your lack of sophistication."
Sam grunted and grabbed Dean's wrist. "Fucking finish me off, or I'm gonna turn you over and cherry filling's the only lube you're gonna get," he said.
Dean's belly fluttered at Sam's words. Eyes widening, he grinned. The challenge was enough to push Sam over the edge. He yanked on Dean's wrist, pulling him down roughly onto his side. One hand digging into Dean's hip, the other into his shoulder, Sam forced him onto his belly and pinned him with his own long body. Sam sunk his jaw, opened wide, at the tender junction of Dean's neck and shoulder and bit down hard. He lay atop Dean, teeth digging, hands clutching, until Dean's struggles subsided.
Whipping his hands down his brother's body, Sam raised his torso and straddled Dean's hips. "You might want to bite the pillow," he said, then dropped a leg backward between Dean's thighs. He pried them apart with his knee, and Dean moaned beneath him. Sam's fingers dug into the flesh of Dean's hamstring and with a fierce shove Dean's thigh met his flank, his knee almost in his armpit.
"I'm so glad I sold you on the whole yoga idea," Sam said above him.
"Fugh 'ou, 'itch," Dean snarled into the pillow.
Sam laughed as he guided his sticky cock to Dean's hole. "From up here, looks like you're the bitch," he said. He placed his other hand between his brother's shoulder blades and braced himself. "S'okay, though - I don't mind being the jerk tonight," he said and bore down.
Without any preparation, Dean was tight. The angle was odd, too, and Sam wasn't moving slowly, but Dean moaned and wiggled his ass upward as much as the position would allow.
"How's that, Dean? Pie feel as good going in the other end?"
Letting go of his dick, Sam drove the last inch into his brother's ass. He slid his hand up Dean's side to clutch the taut thigh beside it. Dean choked as Sam's weight shifted into his hands, tensed as his brother pulled back slowly.
After a pause that caused Dean's back to tense and his ass to twitch, Sam drove into him with a fierce thrust. Another pause, another harsh jab, and Dean bit the pillow. Time moved to an uneven beat as Sam fucked, austere, plunging and pausing maddeningly. Each beat grazed Dean's prostate, too abrupt to build pleasure. Smacks of sensation overwhelmed him then vanished, giving way to a desperate ache.
" 'ammy," Dean mumbled.
Then Sam let loose. Strokes came savage as before, but the pace lost all calculation, Sam's hips, his dick, racing against a beat that Dean couldn't breathe to. He lay there splayed beneath the onslaught, eating cotton and down, gripping sheets with numbed fingers. Eyes leaking. Cock drooling.
Sam squeezed Dean's thigh, rougher, pressed on his back, harder, and Dean felt his brother, so huge to begin with, grow larger with a throb. Grunting through clenched teeth Sam came, filling Dean with a slick warmth that eased his insides and let Sam, slowing, glide against his prostate. Sam rode Dean gently now, coming down from his orgasm, and Dean moaned. The sensations of the brutal fuck lingered in his body as the pleasure of the new gentleness permeated it, coalescing into a prickling heat that spurred his desperation.
As he neared his climax, fevered, a wave of cramping hit Dean and his moan caught in his throat. Sam sensed a change and shifted to Dean's side without withdrawing from him. He rolled Dean into an embrace, still fucking him gently as he spooned him.
"I've got you," Sam said. He drew his hand down Dean's chest, ran his knuckles softly over his belly, then palmed Dean's softening cock. Dean groaned, bent forward.
Sam started. "Fuck, did I hurt you? Shit, man, I'm sorry. You have to tell me if I'm hurting you," he said, his frown clear in his voice.
"No, you didn't hurt me, Sammy." Dean breathed the words through his groan. "My stomach's just not feeling so great." He curled and clutched at his lower abdomen.
Sam gazed at him, eyes narrowing. "Dean, that's not your stomach," he said, "that's your-"
Dean yelped. As the cramp passed, he glowered at his brother.
"Dean, when was the last time you, you know…"
"Shut up."
"Dean?" Sam asked warningly.
"I don't know… a few days maybe?"
Sam smacked his brother's ass. "Serves you right for living off of pie and cheeseburgers for the past two weeks," he said. He got up and rummaged around the room for the clothing he'd shed earlier in haste.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked meekly as he watched Sam dress.
Buckling his belt, Sam replied, "To the pharmacy, dumbass," then left Dean curled up and cringing naked on the bed.
* * *
When Sam returned, Dean was still naked, coiled around a pillow.
Sam asked, "How's it going?"
Dean narrowed his eyes in defiance.
Sam set the bag on the kitchen table, then stripped off his coat and removed his boots. "Should we do this here or in the bathroom?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Dean said, growing anxious as he watched Sam remove the items he had purchased from the bag.
Sam ignored him. He brought the coat stand from near the door toward the bed and said, "The bed'll be more comfortable." He went into the bathroom with the red rubber water bottle he'd pulled from the pharmacy bag.
Dean heard water running. After a few minutes, Sam returned with a towel and the rubber bag filled and bulging. As he approached the bed, he said, "Get on your back," then hung the bag on the lowest arm of the coat rack.
"Sammy?" Dean eyed his brother beseechingly.
Sam continued, "Unless you want to do it on your knees?"
"I thought you were gonna get something that, you know, goes in from the top?"
"I think you've put enough through the top for now," Sam said with a benign grin. He hooked the hose to the bag, then the nozzle to the hose. He shuffled about the room for a moment, collecting a few items that he deposited on the bed next to Dean.
"It'll be fine, Dean," he said. "Just let me take care of you for once, okay?"
Dean huffed, but didn't respond.
"Come on, then." Sam said. He laid Dean on his back and helped him scoot down on the bed until his bottom neared the edge. Sam instructed him to raise his knees and Dean, silent, looked away, but he obeyed. He placed his feet flat against the bed below his rear end. The cramps in his belly now competed against butterflies, and Dean wasn't sure which were winning.
Sitting beside Dean's feet at the edge of the bed, Sam smiled at him encouragingly. He placed one hand at the backs of Dean's knees and lifted his legs toward his chest, then spread the towel beneath his bottom. Keeping hold of Dean's knees, Sam reached for the bottle of Astroglide. He flicked open the top, turned it over, and allowed the gel to drip directly over Dean's exposed hole. Sam set the bottle aside, then brought his fingers to Dean's ass and began massaging his anus gently.
Dean couldn't count the times he'd felt Sam lubing his hole, but this was different. He felt exposed, vulnerable, infantile. Embarrassed.
"You okay?"
Dean shut his eyes, nodding. He didn't want to look at Sam while Sam prepped him, despite his brother's continued tenderness. If anything, that gentleness made it worse in Dean's mind; mocking and rough play he could take, but the compassion reminded him of his abjection and made him feel weak.
Despite having had much thicker things penetrate his ass, he sucked in a deep breath as, delicately, Sam inserted the nozzle. He heard a click, and a moment later he felt a strange warmth flow into him. Despite the weirdness of the sensation, it was soothing, and he let his legs relax into Sam's hand.
Sam palmed one of Dean's buttocks with his free hand, then smacked it and snickered. "Come on, bitch, you can take it."
Dean laughed, his tension deflating completely. "I'm not the bitch!" He opened his eyes and caught Sam's warm grin.
"Fine, jerk," Sam said, chuckling, and squeezed the cheek in his hand.
Dean's laughter subsided, but his eyes still twinkled when he muttered, "Bitch." He settled into the bed, enjoying the warmth filling him and the playful gaze he and Sam shared.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, a cramp hit Dean keenly. Sam let his legs drop back down, and Dean brought his knees together tightly, his shoulders curling in. Sam clamped the hose, stopping the flow to let the spasm pass, and pressed Dean down flat on his back. He lay down along Dean's side, propping his head on his hand, and rubbed Dean's belly in firm circles.
"Just breathe," he said.
Once the cramp had passed, Dean nodded at Sam, and he unclamped the hose. Dean inhaled sharply at the influx, but before Sam could pause the flow once more, his exhale grew into a low moan. The warmth, the rush, passed soothing and became exhilarating. His cock twitched.
Sam noticed. He made a game of it then, stopping the flow to fondle Dean's belly, nuzzle his flank, then starting it up again, over and over, making Dean pulse and moan. By the fourth pause, Dean was mewling, his dick hard and dripping. The feeling of fullness, of hot weight pressing into the deepest parts of him, intoxicated Dean. When Sam's hand slipped from his extended belly to part his thighs, Dean's entire body yielded.
Sam sat up then, placed one hand on Dean's cock and brought the other to his ass. Stroking Dean fiercely, Sam pulled at the nozzle, pushed it back in deeper, swirled it, teasing Dean's hole and working his prostate. The combined sensations in his cock, ass and gut drove Dean feral. With grunts and curses, he begged Sam to stop, to let him go, "I can't hold it- Sammy-", but at the crest of his words, Dean climaxed. Come streamed from his cock, struck his chest, his chin, Sam's cheek, and a string of fucks punctuated his sharp breaths.
Eventually, Dean settled, his body's convulsions slowing into soft waves. Sam drew his hand from Dean's cock up his belly and rubbed gently. "How's it going?" he asked.
Dean's breath returned to normal and he lay there, quiet for a moment, gazing at Sam. Then his eyes went wide and, squirming, he said, "Sam? I gotta-"
Sam released his belly, pulled out the nozzle as carefully as he could with Dean wriggling as he was, then helped him up off the bed. Sam tried to escort Dean to the bathroom, but Dean scowled at him and shrugged out of Sam's hold.
* * *
When Dean returned from the bathroom an hour later, having showered and dressed, Sam was sitting on the bed, reading from an old tome. He set the book on the night table and motioned for Dean to join him. Dean sank down next to him and allowed his brother to curl up around him.
"You know, now that you're all squeaky clean inside…" Sam began.
"What, you wanna stick it in again? Even though I'm 'well-rounded'?"
Sam laughed, then nuzzled into Dean's neck. "Mmm… I like you all squishy and happy," he said, kneading Dean's belly. "I just don't want you feeling sick is all. Especially over something like cherry pie."
Dean grinned. "Oh, the cherry pie was freaking worth it."
Summoning the spirit of pie in his memory, Dean appealed to it in a soft psychic whisper, Let's never fight again.