A Little TLC - R
Title: A Little T.L.C
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,105
Summary: Sammy has a sore back after a hunt gone bad so Dean offers his assistants.
Warning: Wee!cest, Sammy is 13, Dean is 17.
Disclaimer: If only I own SPN, there would be no costume department, (who needs one when theres no costume? ^_^) and a whole lot more boy kissing but sadly no, SPN belongs to the amazing Eric Kripke and the CW.
Author's Note: un-beta'd, all mistakes are my fault, I have been told I have bad grammer, please point it out to me (nicely) and I will be sure to fix it! :)
Sam has never had a sorer back then right now, every single muscle is tight and straining, and every movement makes him feel like he’s 70 years old.
Dean and Sam sit on the couch watching some late night show that is making no sense and Sam looks his brother “I’m going to bed”
Dean nods observing the way Sam gets up like a pregnant woman in her third trimester clutching his back and tilting backwards as he waddles over to their bedroom door wincing as he moves his hand to reach for the doorhandle and disappear into the darkness.
Through the sliver of open space of the door Dean hears a groan as Sam sit down on his bed and he gets up from the couch walking to their room.
Dean pushes the door open and sees his brother lying on his back like a starfish trying not to move.
“You okay kiddo?” Dean asks and walks in, sitting on the bed next to Sam’s knee.
Sam grunts and Dean rolls his eyes, the kid is always over exaggerating. “What?” Dean pokes his side and as Sam’s head snaps to the side to look at him he closes his eyes as a shot of pain explodes through his body.
Sam sighs, “My back fucking hurts, that fucking poltergeist last night threw me pretty hard against the wall”
“Well, dad said you didn’t have to come along”
Sam’s eyes narrow as he stares at the ceiling. “You’re always on his side” he huffs annoyed.
“Sit up” Dean says standing.
“What? Why?”
“Because I can fix this” Dean rubs his hands together and something in Sam’s belly jumps.
“Huh?”
“Back rub?” Dean asks making a sort of gesture to relate to what he was talking about.
Sam’s eyes widened, “No Dean, I’m - I’m fine”
“Sam! Stop being a baby. Sit up and cross your legs”
Dean holds out a hand, Sam takes it and he grimaces as Dean hauls him into a sitting position.
Dean moves the pillows away and sits behind him, wriggling to get into a comfortable place and then places his hands on Sam’s shoulders.
Sam instantly tenses and Dean feels the flinch under his palms “Dude, relax.”
Dean pushes the balls of his hands into the muscles of Sams shoulder and begins a circular motion. He wraps his fingers over Sam’s newly broadening shoulders and rubs the skin there. Dean smiles because now he can visibly see that Sam has relaxed.
Dean travels his hands down Sam’s sides and presses the heels of his palms into Sam’s back. Sam sits up and he can feel something in his throat like he about to swallow his tongue.
Sam tilts his head down and exposes his neck and Dean gets the hint, using his thumbs to push deeply on the muscles while Sam tries to suppress a shudder as little tingles zing down his spine.
Sam can feel the heat from Dean’s hands literally spread through his body, through his skin, into his blood, into his bones and then he feels a sudden rush of blood draining south.
Dean is massaging the centre of his back now using his thumbs and fingers and palms, and Sam thanks the family genes for his big hands but being a teenager and having raging hormones, his thoughts begin to travel to what else Dean’s hands would be good for and suddenly the throbbing in his groin become more insistent and he shifts.
Dean notices the uncomfortable nature that Sam has taken on. “Sam, you doing okay there?”
He watches as Sam frantically nods his head and he smirks, makes him wonder if Sam really is okay. He decides to work Sam’s neck a bit more and see what happens.
Dean smooths his thumbs pushing, loosening, relaxing the tight muscles and Sam’s eyes roll back as he feels the stiffness melt away, he has never felt anything so nice and he never wants it to stop but as Dean’s fingers ghost over the sides of his neck he shivers and he is reminded that he’s painfully hard.
Dean hears a quiet high pitched whine and his forehead creases, “Sam?”
Sam draws his knees up and wraps his arms around them, curling into a ball. “Mm?” he sounds so pathetic.
“You okay?”
Dean rises up on his knees and crawls a little closer to his brother who by now has his head on his knees and is whispering.
“Sammy, you gotta speak up, can’t hear you”
“I’m hard! It happens all the fucking time and it doesn’t just go away” Sam tries to hide his face more and his words are almost completely muffled.
“Oooooh um, Sam, that happens when you’re your age, it can happen if the wind blows the right way, hell even the wrong way.”Dean explains.
“I don't think it happened because of air, Dean.”
“Well sometimes the body confuses any touch as nice, it doesn’t care who it is, don't worry about it.” Dean notices that Sam is feeling self conscious and decides to back off, leave the kid alone “I’ll go out to the living room, turn the TV up real loud for ya”
”No”
Dean stops in the midst of getting up, his foot on the floor and his knee bent on the bed, “huh?”
“I nu ws oo”
“What?”
“I knew it was you, your hands, your...your ... you, it was you” Sam tenses his arms around his legs and anticipates his brothers reaction.
A smirk stretches across Dean’s face and his chest pounds with an aching want that he didn’t even realize he was suffering from.
Dean kneels behind Sam again, closer than before and rests his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “You mean... I did that?” he whispers in Sam’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin there.
“Yes” he whispers pathetically.
“Interesting...” Dean leans down and kisses Sam softly on the back of his neck, racking Sam with bone shuddering trembles.
“Hey Sam” he says so low that Sam can almost feel the vibrations from his voice across his skin, Sam drops his head and listens.
“what would happen if I kiss you here” he lays a open kiss behind his ear and it sends hot shivers down Sam’s spine enough to make him straighten his back.
“Or here” Dean kisses him where his shoulder and throat connect and Sam whines.
“Dean, please. Stop” Sam whimpers and Dean gets the wrong idea, thinks that Sam is asking him to stop touching and stop kissing, which Sam would rather stop breathing then tell Dean that.
“Oh shit, sorry, I just thought that -”
“No, no, no! I just meant, stop teasing”
Dean leans back against the head board, propped up against a pillow, legs open in a wide V.
“Come ‘ere” Dean pats the empty space between his legs and Sam doesn’t think twice before crawling into place.
Sam is kneeling between his legs facing his brother, he can feel his entire pulse pound around his body. Dean looks Sam in the eyes and slides forward to press his lips to Sam’s and Sam instantly opens his mouth to try and push his tongue between Dean’s lips.
Dean pulls back, rubbing his lips together. “Sammy...whoa, hold up for a second.”
Dean bites his lip and eyes Sam, who at this point has leaned back, away from Dean and is staring down refusing to look at him.
“Sam, have you ever kissed someone before?” Dean asks.
Sam eyes squeeze shut, his eyebrows pull together and he shakes his head. “Well I’ve kissed someone but... I don't know”
Dean pauses a second to process this and Sam’s face twists painfully.
“You hated it, I was bad, I...I didn’t know what to do...” Sam starts panicking and Dean smiles.
“Shhh, Sam. Just come here and follow my lead, okay?”
Sam’s lips pout and Dean definitely wants to take another shot at kissing this boy, yet after a few moments Sam hasn’t moved.
“Sam, I said come here, I’m willing to help with that” Dean gestures towards Sam’s tenting sweat pants. “But only if you get your ass over here”
Sam crawls toward Dean and sits back on his knees. Dean decides to take charge; he leans forward and wraps his fingers around Sam’s neck to draw him in, holding him millimetres staring into his wide eyes. “Remember,” he says low and quiet “follow me” Dean says before raising his eyebrows to get the point across.
Sam bites his bottom lip and leans forwards a little waiting for Dean to give, take and teach him.
Dean licks his lips and presses them finally against Sam’s, sucking Sam’s bottom lip between his and biting softly. Dean nudges his lips open, signally Sam to follow and he does, if Dean wasn’t so caught up in re-starting Sam’s brain he would have laughed at Sam’s obedience, strangely never given to their father. Dean’s tongue snakes out and caresses his lips and he hears Sam whimper and a bolt of excitement shoots through him, travelling straight to his groin.
Sam whines into Dean’s mouth and Dean eyebrows pull down as he feels Sam trying to take the tension off by thrusting down onto Dean’s leg. Dean draws his head away and eyes Sam. “S’okay Sammy, I get it”
Dean wraps his hands around Sam hips and sits him down in the V of his legs and places and hand on his chest, Dean is stunned at the speed of the thumping before he recognizes his own heart rate.
Sam can feel and the deep thud-thudthud-thudthud and he is amazed when his entire body relaxes into it.
Dean’s hand slides downwards and slips underneath the faded, cotton t-shirt and shivers when he feels heat sinks into his hand and up his arm creating tiny goosebumps.
He takes his time caressing Sam’s chest and torso and breathing on his neck occasionally placing his mouth over the sensitive skin and sucking gently to the point that Sam whines.
“Deeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaannn!”
“Okay, okay”
Dean runs his hand up the sides of Sam’s torso, making goosebumps rise and spread over his skin and once more smoothes over his stomach noting the newly forming abdomen muscles that are building to bump against the surface. His little brother is becoming a largely built man he thinks and smiles.
Dean tilts his head to make contact with his Sam’s ear, sucking his lobe in before whispering “has anyone ever...” then dipping his hands below the waist band of his track pants and noticing - holymotherofgod - that his brother was freeballing. He timidly runs his hands over the skin and presses his palm down against his brother’s hard-on.
“Mmm” Sam whines high in his throat before his voice cracks.
“you like that Sammy?” Dean almost growls and Sam gulps.
Dean gets a mouth full of Sam’s mop like hair as he nods frantically.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this?”
“N-n-nugh. No” Sam finally gasps out.
Dean smirks, he ever knew how much he would love how his brothers voice cracks like that, completely different to his everyday voice.
“Good” Dean breathes.
The older boy wraps his fingers around his brothers well proportioned dick and leisurely drags his hand upward to the tip, causing his brother to push down onto him and as he slowly bring his fist down to the base Sam arches upward meeting him.
“Dean please, ple- oh -” Sam groans, his hands now on deans thighs, digging his blunt nails into the flesh leaving behind bruises in their wake.
Dean takes pity on the young boy as he remembers he young and horny, he’ll he remembers it because it was 3 hours ago, and picks up his pace leaving Sam almost breathless.
“holy fuck!” Sam moans “Yes Dean, oh god, yes!” by now Sam has realized that by compromising his hips to meet deans fist he can maximize the burning hot friction that is doing amazing things to his nervous system.
“Come on Sammy, come on” Dean runs his nose up Sam’s nape, trailing behind kisses.
Dean continues to pump his fist harder and faster with an occasional twist at the tip and it’s not long before Sam is arcing up, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth wide open allowing high keening noises past his small, pink lips.
Dean strokes him through it and sucks a small, light bruise on his shoulder that would be gone by tonight, just to be safe.
“Feeling better?” Dean asks low and rasping, Sam can practically feel the reverberation rumble from Dean’s body to his own and nods, closing his eyes and sighing.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,105
Summary: Sammy has a sore back after a hunt gone bad so Dean offers his assistants.
Warning: Wee!cest, Sammy is 13, Dean is 17.
Disclaimer: If only I own SPN, there would be no costume department, (who needs one when theres no costume? ^_^) and a whole lot more boy kissing but sadly no, SPN belongs to the amazing Eric Kripke and the CW.
Author's Note: un-beta'd, all mistakes are my fault, I have been told I have bad grammer, please point it out to me (nicely) and I will be sure to fix it! :)
Sam has never had a sorer back then right now, every single muscle is tight and straining, and every movement makes him feel like he’s 70 years old.
Dean and Sam sit on the couch watching some late night show that is making no sense and Sam looks his brother “I’m going to bed”
Dean nods observing the way Sam gets up like a pregnant woman in her third trimester clutching his back and tilting backwards as he waddles over to their bedroom door wincing as he moves his hand to reach for the doorhandle and disappear into the darkness.
Through the sliver of open space of the door Dean hears a groan as Sam sit down on his bed and he gets up from the couch walking to their room.
Dean pushes the door open and sees his brother lying on his back like a starfish trying not to move.
“You okay kiddo?” Dean asks and walks in, sitting on the bed next to Sam’s knee.
Sam grunts and Dean rolls his eyes, the kid is always over exaggerating. “What?” Dean pokes his side and as Sam’s head snaps to the side to look at him he closes his eyes as a shot of pain explodes through his body.
Sam sighs, “My back fucking hurts, that fucking poltergeist last night threw me pretty hard against the wall”
“Well, dad said you didn’t have to come along”
Sam’s eyes narrow as he stares at the ceiling. “You’re always on his side” he huffs annoyed.
“Sit up” Dean says standing.
“What? Why?”
“Because I can fix this” Dean rubs his hands together and something in Sam’s belly jumps.
“Huh?”
“Back rub?” Dean asks making a sort of gesture to relate to what he was talking about.
Sam’s eyes widened, “No Dean, I’m - I’m fine”
“Sam! Stop being a baby. Sit up and cross your legs”
Dean holds out a hand, Sam takes it and he grimaces as Dean hauls him into a sitting position.
Dean moves the pillows away and sits behind him, wriggling to get into a comfortable place and then places his hands on Sam’s shoulders.
Sam instantly tenses and Dean feels the flinch under his palms “Dude, relax.”
Dean pushes the balls of his hands into the muscles of Sams shoulder and begins a circular motion. He wraps his fingers over Sam’s newly broadening shoulders and rubs the skin there. Dean smiles because now he can visibly see that Sam has relaxed.
Dean travels his hands down Sam’s sides and presses the heels of his palms into Sam’s back. Sam sits up and he can feel something in his throat like he about to swallow his tongue.
Sam tilts his head down and exposes his neck and Dean gets the hint, using his thumbs to push deeply on the muscles while Sam tries to suppress a shudder as little tingles zing down his spine.
Sam can feel the heat from Dean’s hands literally spread through his body, through his skin, into his blood, into his bones and then he feels a sudden rush of blood draining south.
Dean is massaging the centre of his back now using his thumbs and fingers and palms, and Sam thanks the family genes for his big hands but being a teenager and having raging hormones, his thoughts begin to travel to what else Dean’s hands would be good for and suddenly the throbbing in his groin become more insistent and he shifts.
Dean notices the uncomfortable nature that Sam has taken on. “Sam, you doing okay there?”
He watches as Sam frantically nods his head and he smirks, makes him wonder if Sam really is okay. He decides to work Sam’s neck a bit more and see what happens.
Dean smooths his thumbs pushing, loosening, relaxing the tight muscles and Sam’s eyes roll back as he feels the stiffness melt away, he has never felt anything so nice and he never wants it to stop but as Dean’s fingers ghost over the sides of his neck he shivers and he is reminded that he’s painfully hard.
Dean hears a quiet high pitched whine and his forehead creases, “Sam?”
Sam draws his knees up and wraps his arms around them, curling into a ball. “Mm?” he sounds so pathetic.
“You okay?”
Dean rises up on his knees and crawls a little closer to his brother who by now has his head on his knees and is whispering.
“Sammy, you gotta speak up, can’t hear you”
“I’m hard! It happens all the fucking time and it doesn’t just go away” Sam tries to hide his face more and his words are almost completely muffled.
“Oooooh um, Sam, that happens when you’re your age, it can happen if the wind blows the right way, hell even the wrong way.”Dean explains.
“I don't think it happened because of air, Dean.”
“Well sometimes the body confuses any touch as nice, it doesn’t care who it is, don't worry about it.” Dean notices that Sam is feeling self conscious and decides to back off, leave the kid alone “I’ll go out to the living room, turn the TV up real loud for ya”
”No”
Dean stops in the midst of getting up, his foot on the floor and his knee bent on the bed, “huh?”
“I nu ws oo”
“What?”
“I knew it was you, your hands, your...your ... you, it was you” Sam tenses his arms around his legs and anticipates his brothers reaction.
A smirk stretches across Dean’s face and his chest pounds with an aching want that he didn’t even realize he was suffering from.
Dean kneels behind Sam again, closer than before and rests his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “You mean... I did that?” he whispers in Sam’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin there.
“Yes” he whispers pathetically.
“Interesting...” Dean leans down and kisses Sam softly on the back of his neck, racking Sam with bone shuddering trembles.
“Hey Sam” he says so low that Sam can almost feel the vibrations from his voice across his skin, Sam drops his head and listens.
“what would happen if I kiss you here” he lays a open kiss behind his ear and it sends hot shivers down Sam’s spine enough to make him straighten his back.
“Or here” Dean kisses him where his shoulder and throat connect and Sam whines.
“Dean, please. Stop” Sam whimpers and Dean gets the wrong idea, thinks that Sam is asking him to stop touching and stop kissing, which Sam would rather stop breathing then tell Dean that.
“Oh shit, sorry, I just thought that -”
“No, no, no! I just meant, stop teasing”
Dean leans back against the head board, propped up against a pillow, legs open in a wide V.
“Come ‘ere” Dean pats the empty space between his legs and Sam doesn’t think twice before crawling into place.
Sam is kneeling between his legs facing his brother, he can feel his entire pulse pound around his body. Dean looks Sam in the eyes and slides forward to press his lips to Sam’s and Sam instantly opens his mouth to try and push his tongue between Dean’s lips.
Dean pulls back, rubbing his lips together. “Sammy...whoa, hold up for a second.”
Dean bites his lip and eyes Sam, who at this point has leaned back, away from Dean and is staring down refusing to look at him.
“Sam, have you ever kissed someone before?” Dean asks.
Sam eyes squeeze shut, his eyebrows pull together and he shakes his head. “Well I’ve kissed someone but... I don't know”
Dean pauses a second to process this and Sam’s face twists painfully.
“You hated it, I was bad, I...I didn’t know what to do...” Sam starts panicking and Dean smiles.
“Shhh, Sam. Just come here and follow my lead, okay?”
Sam’s lips pout and Dean definitely wants to take another shot at kissing this boy, yet after a few moments Sam hasn’t moved.
“Sam, I said come here, I’m willing to help with that” Dean gestures towards Sam’s tenting sweat pants. “But only if you get your ass over here”
Sam crawls toward Dean and sits back on his knees. Dean decides to take charge; he leans forward and wraps his fingers around Sam’s neck to draw him in, holding him millimetres staring into his wide eyes. “Remember,” he says low and quiet “follow me” Dean says before raising his eyebrows to get the point across.
Sam bites his bottom lip and leans forwards a little waiting for Dean to give, take and teach him.
Dean licks his lips and presses them finally against Sam’s, sucking Sam’s bottom lip between his and biting softly. Dean nudges his lips open, signally Sam to follow and he does, if Dean wasn’t so caught up in re-starting Sam’s brain he would have laughed at Sam’s obedience, strangely never given to their father. Dean’s tongue snakes out and caresses his lips and he hears Sam whimper and a bolt of excitement shoots through him, travelling straight to his groin.
Sam whines into Dean’s mouth and Dean eyebrows pull down as he feels Sam trying to take the tension off by thrusting down onto Dean’s leg. Dean draws his head away and eyes Sam. “S’okay Sammy, I get it”
Dean wraps his hands around Sam hips and sits him down in the V of his legs and places and hand on his chest, Dean is stunned at the speed of the thumping before he recognizes his own heart rate.
Sam can feel and the deep thud-thudthud-thudthud and he is amazed when his entire body relaxes into it.
Dean’s hand slides downwards and slips underneath the faded, cotton t-shirt and shivers when he feels heat sinks into his hand and up his arm creating tiny goosebumps.
He takes his time caressing Sam’s chest and torso and breathing on his neck occasionally placing his mouth over the sensitive skin and sucking gently to the point that Sam whines.
“Deeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaannn!”
“Okay, okay”
Dean runs his hand up the sides of Sam’s torso, making goosebumps rise and spread over his skin and once more smoothes over his stomach noting the newly forming abdomen muscles that are building to bump against the surface. His little brother is becoming a largely built man he thinks and smiles.
Dean tilts his head to make contact with his Sam’s ear, sucking his lobe in before whispering “has anyone ever...” then dipping his hands below the waist band of his track pants and noticing - holymotherofgod - that his brother was freeballing. He timidly runs his hands over the skin and presses his palm down against his brother’s hard-on.
“Mmm” Sam whines high in his throat before his voice cracks.
“you like that Sammy?” Dean almost growls and Sam gulps.
Dean gets a mouth full of Sam’s mop like hair as he nods frantically.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this?”
“N-n-nugh. No” Sam finally gasps out.
Dean smirks, he ever knew how much he would love how his brothers voice cracks like that, completely different to his everyday voice.
“Good” Dean breathes.
The older boy wraps his fingers around his brothers well proportioned dick and leisurely drags his hand upward to the tip, causing his brother to push down onto him and as he slowly bring his fist down to the base Sam arches upward meeting him.
“Dean please, ple- oh -” Sam groans, his hands now on deans thighs, digging his blunt nails into the flesh leaving behind bruises in their wake.
Dean takes pity on the young boy as he remembers he young and horny, he’ll he remembers it because it was 3 hours ago, and picks up his pace leaving Sam almost breathless.
“holy fuck!” Sam moans “Yes Dean, oh god, yes!” by now Sam has realized that by compromising his hips to meet deans fist he can maximize the burning hot friction that is doing amazing things to his nervous system.
“Come on Sammy, come on” Dean runs his nose up Sam’s nape, trailing behind kisses.
Dean continues to pump his fist harder and faster with an occasional twist at the tip and it’s not long before Sam is arcing up, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth wide open allowing high keening noises past his small, pink lips.
Dean strokes him through it and sucks a small, light bruise on his shoulder that would be gone by tonight, just to be safe.
“Feeling better?” Dean asks low and rasping, Sam can practically feel the reverberation rumble from Dean’s body to his own and nods, closing his eyes and sighing.