An Accident, Dean/Sam, SPN Fic
Title: An Accident
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Sam
Warning(s): Dry Humping, Wet Dream,
Spoiler(s): None, Pre-series
Prompt(s): Teen Dean caught in a dream dry humps Sam as they share a bed, waking as he comes all over Sammy's pjs. (Found Here)
Word Count: 885
Beta Reader: None, Read it over myself, I apologize for any mistakes.
Rants: Needed to write something, and I feel bad for leaving my otp out in the rain while I wrote so much Sam/Cas. I'll probably fill in one more prompt before I go back to finishing those Sam/Cas prompts Pan and Sephie left me with >.>; drat you girls.( :P) Also? I have a very weird kink for accidental simulation; sue me.
Summary: Dean has a vivid dream, to bad it's one of those days where he and Sam share a bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
An Accident
Dean loves the way the body underneath him feels. Skin smooth, and yet strong muscle just underneath. His breath ghosts over soft lips and he presses chaste kisses across them. His hands don’t stop mapping out the other man’s body; a little smaller than Dean’s own. His cock pressed against the other teen’s thigh urges him to move.
“Fuck, stop teasing, Dean” The younger man groans, pressing his cock against Dean’s hip. His hands roam just like Dean’s own. He stretches himself against Dean.
“Hehe” Dean licks across the smaller man’s neck. His fingers trace lines across the man’s sides, until Dean reaches his cock. He presses his thumb across the slit.
“Dean,” It’s not just another man anymore, but Sam shaking underneath his touch. He hitches his hips up into Dean’s fist. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”
Dean pressed quick kisses against Sam’s lips, taking in his moans. He slides down his lover’s chest, licks around Sam’s navel, and squeezes the other teens cock. “Like this Sammy? I bet you’ve thought of my lips around your cock as much as I have yours.” He grins up at Sam before tasting his cock for the first time.
Sam blushes, and turns his face away, not able to hide the little jerks his hips make. “Please, Dean, want it bad-need it!” He runs his hands through Dean’s hair, pushing lightly against the back of his head.
The older man complies, swallowing all of Sam down. He licks across the underside of his brother’s cock.
The younger brother gasps, trying to move but Dean’s got his hands pressed against his hips keeping him still. Sam mumbles pleases, and yes’ under his breath, curling his fists in Dean’s short hair.
Dean’s moaning around Sam’s cock, he loves the taste and the way this makes Sam desperate. His other hand slides down, idly playing with Sam’s balls, and goes lower lightly caressing Sam’s hole. The older man is sure that he could come just from pressing his finger in and feeling Sam.
Sam arches under the older hunter, practically begging for Dean to go faster, let him come. He tightens his hold on his brother’s hair and licks his lips, barely looking down at Dean before turning his face away. His face flushes a pretty red.
The emerald-eyed man lets go of Sam’s dick, smirking, and finds lube in his hand before he even thinks about looking for it. He’s not sure how it happened, but he goes with it, and squeezes out a few drops across his fingers.
“Dean, you stopped.” Sam whines, looking back towards Dean and frowning. His thrusts his hips in the air, and reaches for his dick.
“No.” Dean swats the other teens hand away, taking both of Sam’s thinner arms in one hand and bearing down. “Let me.” He murmurs, laying another sloppy kiss against sweet lips. He almost forgets what he’s about to do, but then remembers the lube between his fingers. He tries to be gentle even though he’s pretty sure he’s thinking with his cock now. Dean gets one finger in and can’t believe how tight Sam is. He leans down, breathing against Sam’s ear, “Never been fucked, good, Sammy, that’s my baby boy.”
The younger teen bucks against Dean’s finger. “Yeah, yeah Dean, only for you.” Sam presses back against Dean’s finger, “More.” He’s breathless now, chest heaving.
Dean doesn’t think he’s ever thought foreplay took too long, but it feels like it. Sam, though, Sammy’s special, and Dean doesn’t want to hurt his baby boy. He presses another finger in gently, getting Sam used to two, and helping him spread his legs.
“Ah, Dean. Fuck, just fuck me already.” Sam pants.
“Baby boy, I want this good for you.” The green-eyed teen already has another finger inside Sam, and pulls out. He presses the slicked hand across his cock. He’s not sure how but its slick enough and when he enters it’s so warm, tight, and amazing.
“Big,” Sam’s short of breathe, can’t get many words out, under Dean, gazing now straight at him. He circles his legs around Dean’s hips trying to get just that bit closer.
“So good, Sammy.” Dean curls his hand through Sam’s too long hair, and is sure Sam will bitch about the lube in his hair later. For now he pounds into the heat under him, so tight and contracting against him. “Fuck,” He let’s go of Sam’s arm. A light bruise already appearing on soft skin, but he’s focused on pressing his palm against Sam’s rigid cock. He licks the shell of his brother’s ear, “Cum for me, baby boy. I know you want it, need it.” Dean rubs Sam’s cock in a tight grip.
Sam keens when he comes, hot liquid splashing across both their chests. He pants against Dean’s ear.
Dean feels the contractions around his cock, the tight heat, and he moans, so ready to come. Electric heat runs through his cock, and he--he wakes up humping his sleeping brother and coming all over Sam’s PJ’s. He swallows, and glances down a flush across his cheeks and knows that he’s in deep shit. Before he can clean up Sam opens his eyes and glances up at Dean, “What are you doing, Dean? And why are my pants wet?”
~Fallingemerald
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Sam
Warning(s): Dry Humping, Wet Dream,
Spoiler(s): None, Pre-series
Prompt(s): Teen Dean caught in a dream dry humps Sam as they share a bed, waking as he comes all over Sammy's pjs. (Found Here)
Word Count: 885
Beta Reader: None, Read it over myself, I apologize for any mistakes.
Rants: Needed to write something, and I feel bad for leaving my otp out in the rain while I wrote so much Sam/Cas. I'll probably fill in one more prompt before I go back to finishing those Sam/Cas prompts Pan and Sephie left me with >.>; drat you girls.( :P) Also? I have a very weird kink for accidental simulation; sue me.
Summary: Dean has a vivid dream, to bad it's one of those days where he and Sam share a bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
An Accident
Dean loves the way the body underneath him feels. Skin smooth, and yet strong muscle just underneath. His breath ghosts over soft lips and he presses chaste kisses across them. His hands don’t stop mapping out the other man’s body; a little smaller than Dean’s own. His cock pressed against the other teen’s thigh urges him to move.
“Fuck, stop teasing, Dean” The younger man groans, pressing his cock against Dean’s hip. His hands roam just like Dean’s own. He stretches himself against Dean.
“Hehe” Dean licks across the smaller man’s neck. His fingers trace lines across the man’s sides, until Dean reaches his cock. He presses his thumb across the slit.
“Dean,” It’s not just another man anymore, but Sam shaking underneath his touch. He hitches his hips up into Dean’s fist. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”
Dean pressed quick kisses against Sam’s lips, taking in his moans. He slides down his lover’s chest, licks around Sam’s navel, and squeezes the other teens cock. “Like this Sammy? I bet you’ve thought of my lips around your cock as much as I have yours.” He grins up at Sam before tasting his cock for the first time.
Sam blushes, and turns his face away, not able to hide the little jerks his hips make. “Please, Dean, want it bad-need it!” He runs his hands through Dean’s hair, pushing lightly against the back of his head.
The older man complies, swallowing all of Sam down. He licks across the underside of his brother’s cock.
The younger brother gasps, trying to move but Dean’s got his hands pressed against his hips keeping him still. Sam mumbles pleases, and yes’ under his breath, curling his fists in Dean’s short hair.
Dean’s moaning around Sam’s cock, he loves the taste and the way this makes Sam desperate. His other hand slides down, idly playing with Sam’s balls, and goes lower lightly caressing Sam’s hole. The older man is sure that he could come just from pressing his finger in and feeling Sam.
Sam arches under the older hunter, practically begging for Dean to go faster, let him come. He tightens his hold on his brother’s hair and licks his lips, barely looking down at Dean before turning his face away. His face flushes a pretty red.
The emerald-eyed man lets go of Sam’s dick, smirking, and finds lube in his hand before he even thinks about looking for it. He’s not sure how it happened, but he goes with it, and squeezes out a few drops across his fingers.
“Dean, you stopped.” Sam whines, looking back towards Dean and frowning. His thrusts his hips in the air, and reaches for his dick.
“No.” Dean swats the other teens hand away, taking both of Sam’s thinner arms in one hand and bearing down. “Let me.” He murmurs, laying another sloppy kiss against sweet lips. He almost forgets what he’s about to do, but then remembers the lube between his fingers. He tries to be gentle even though he’s pretty sure he’s thinking with his cock now. Dean gets one finger in and can’t believe how tight Sam is. He leans down, breathing against Sam’s ear, “Never been fucked, good, Sammy, that’s my baby boy.”
The younger teen bucks against Dean’s finger. “Yeah, yeah Dean, only for you.” Sam presses back against Dean’s finger, “More.” He’s breathless now, chest heaving.
Dean doesn’t think he’s ever thought foreplay took too long, but it feels like it. Sam, though, Sammy’s special, and Dean doesn’t want to hurt his baby boy. He presses another finger in gently, getting Sam used to two, and helping him spread his legs.
“Ah, Dean. Fuck, just fuck me already.” Sam pants.
“Baby boy, I want this good for you.” The green-eyed teen already has another finger inside Sam, and pulls out. He presses the slicked hand across his cock. He’s not sure how but its slick enough and when he enters it’s so warm, tight, and amazing.
“Big,” Sam’s short of breathe, can’t get many words out, under Dean, gazing now straight at him. He circles his legs around Dean’s hips trying to get just that bit closer.
“So good, Sammy.” Dean curls his hand through Sam’s too long hair, and is sure Sam will bitch about the lube in his hair later. For now he pounds into the heat under him, so tight and contracting against him. “Fuck,” He let’s go of Sam’s arm. A light bruise already appearing on soft skin, but he’s focused on pressing his palm against Sam’s rigid cock. He licks the shell of his brother’s ear, “Cum for me, baby boy. I know you want it, need it.” Dean rubs Sam’s cock in a tight grip.
Sam keens when he comes, hot liquid splashing across both their chests. He pants against Dean’s ear.
Dean feels the contractions around his cock, the tight heat, and he moans, so ready to come. Electric heat runs through his cock, and he--he wakes up humping his sleeping brother and coming all over Sam’s PJ’s. He swallows, and glances down a flush across his cheeks and knows that he’s in deep shit. Before he can clean up Sam opens his eyes and glances up at Dean, “What are you doing, Dean? And why are my pants wet?”
~Fallingemerald