fic: press pause on my wayward life (sam/dean) nc17
Title: press pause on my wayward life pt. 3
Characters: sam/dean
Rating: nc17
Warnings: incest, m/m, sexual themes
Word Count: 1657
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: He's gotten what he wanted, but didn't want it anymore. He was like a child who got sick of a new toy right after recieving it.
They stumble through the dark motel room in a blind dance of lust and need; never losing contact with one another. Dean faintly hears things fall from the table as he's pressed against it; Sam mapping a road from his jaw to his shoulder. He'd missed this, the not having to take control of everything. Yeah, he'd met some kinky chicks in his lifetime, but most of who he'd met wanted to be the one dominated, taken care of.
"Stop thinking," Sam growled in his ear as he pressed the flat of his palm to the front of Dean's jeans, and Dean found that funny because usually he was the one saying that. Sam pressed down harder and a whimper-like moan slipped past his kiss-bruised lips. "I'm serious."
Dean looked up and, even in the dark, could see that his little brother's eyes were almost completely black; only a hairline of green left around the edges. A mirror-image of his he would assume. He missed this too, seeing that Sam needed this just as much as he did. It made the guilt that no longer existed easier to deal with when they'd first started this.
He was jerked away from the table, the old thing shaking on it's legs from the force of it, and Sam's lips were pressed against his in a brutal kiss. He tasted blood and gasped sharply as Sam's tongue swept over the cut as it demanded entrance to Dean's mouth. He all to gladly welcomed it, sucking hard as it caressed his own.
A low moan vibrated in Sam's throat as his hands skated from his brother's hips to his shoulders and pushed his leather jacket to the floor. His hands slid back down tugging at the bottom hem of Dean's worn tee shirt up, having to break the kiss to pull it over his brother's head and toss it to the floor; his goodie and shirt followed rather swiftly with a hushed swish as they fell.
Sam's hands returned to Dean's hips as he walked him backwards, looking for anything solid without really seeing. "God, I've missed you," he breathed against his neck. "Missed you - this, us - so fucking much, Dean," he sucked harshly on his neck, bringing the blood to the surface; marking Dean as his so everyone would know it.
Dean felt the backs of his legs hit one of the beds in the room and moved his hands to his brother's shoulders, gently pushing to break them apart. Sam's head snapped up with a half formed protest on his lips. Dean pressed two fingers to his brother's puffy lips to quiet him. "Shhh.. Cal-" the rest was lost in a groan as his fingers disappeared into Sam's mouth, memories of what that mouth could do to other things swimming to the surface. And their jeans? They really needed to be gone. "Fuck, Sammy."
Sam let his fingers slide from his mouth, one arm curling around Dean's lower back and pulling him close. "You know what I want, Dean?" he asked in a harsh whisper, his lips brushing against his ear as he spoke. "I want you to open yourself for me, Dean, on your own fingers while I watch." Dean groaned, his forehead pressed to his brother's shoulder. Sam smirked and dragged his nails down his brother's back. "Will you do that for me, Dean?" His brother nodded shakily and Sam released his hold on him before dropping his hands to the front of Dean's pants and quickly undoing the belt. He hissed sharply as his brother bit down on his shoulder and gripped his hips tightly. "I don't want you touching anything else either, you understand me?"
"Uh-huh," Dean mumbled against Sam's shoulder as his brother pushed down his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop. Sam's hand curled around his dick and he had to grab his arm to keep from falling. "Sammy, you're g-gonna make me --- A-ahhh... Fuck, Sammy!" His brother hand felt like fire as he jerked himself slowly and steadily.
He keened softly. "Sammy, I-I mean it, you're gonna..." And his hand was gone and Sam was sucking the two fingers that had been in his mouth before as he eased Dean down to the bed. And really? Sam sucking on his fingers shouldn't be nearly enough to make him come.
They scooted up the bed, all the while Sam was worshiping Dean's fingers. He let them slide from his mouth and leaned in, pressing his lips to Dean's in a gentle kiss; nothing like the others that had been shared. "Relax," he whispered against his lips as he laid him back, and Dean nodded, breathing out slowly. Sam pulled back slowly, guiding Dean's hand down and sat back on the bed.
Dean knew that only using spit as lubrication would burn like a bitch, but pain be damned because there was no going back now. He bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the bed, and pressed down so that his hips raised off the bed. He closed his eyes, breathing shakily as he slid his hand past his achingly hard dick. One gentle touch to the sensitive skin around his entrance and his cock twitched. He bit his lip and groaned softly. It had been far too damn long.
He circled around the puckered flesh slowly, willing himself to relax. That was key. Dean pushed the tip of his finger past the ring of muscle as he heard the snick of Sam's zipper. He waited a moment before pushing to the second knuckle, a soft hiss slipping through his teeth.
"No need to rush, baby," Sam said, his voice a low purr, and yeah, he did because the not being able to touch himself was going to kill him.
Sam let his jeans and boxers fall to the floor as he watched his brother. His smiled to himself, doubting that Dean would do this for anyone else. He crawled back on to the bed, his hand curling around his dick. One stroke, two, base to head and again, groaning as he watching his brother work his finger in and out of his body; his legs shaking as he held himself up.
"Another, Dean," he said gently and Dean nodded stiffly, pulling the one finger almost completely out and pushing the top of his middle finger in along side. He bit his lip as Dean groaned, pushing them both in further; his hazel eyes screwed tightly shut as he penetrated himself with his own fingers. Sam wanted to reach out and touch him, do something, but restrained himself and just watched.
"Fuck... Sammy, I can, I can take it," Dean panted, his voice shot. "Please, just --- Another, Dean." He whined softly and forced his eyes open to look at his baby brother. "But, Sammy, I can take..." he trailed off as Sam shook his head.
"We don't have anything, Dean," Sam explained calmly. "and I don't want to hurt you."
That would've been comforting given another situation. "You aren't going to hurt me, Sammy... Now... ah... please, please, please just do it already." Dean was relieved to see the thoughtful look and nod. "Oh thank God," he sighed as he pulled the two fingers slowly from his body.
He heard his brother spit into his hand and groan as he positioned himself in front of his stretched hole. Sam hooked one of Dean’s legs over his shoulder and Dean felt a slow, burning pressure against his ass before the engorged head of his brother’s dick breached his entrance, stretching him wider than he could ever hope to. Dean keened softly as Sam pushed forward. "Fuck, Sammy," he groaned.
"So tight, Dean... Missed this... Uhhnn..." Sam moaned lowly as he buried himself in his brother’s body.
"Sam, Don’t just... God, just do it," Dean groaned, pushing back on him. Now was not the time for pleasantries.
Sam nodded, pulling back and pushing back in; not gathering any speed or force and Dean wanted more. Like, bad. "Sammy, move... Faster, now!" he growled.
"Dean, I, fuck, I don’t want to hurt you."
"You won’t... God, you won’t, please... Just... A-ah!"
Sam pulled back and slammed in hard, squeezing his hips tightly . Shifting a bit, he pulled out completely and drove back in; which elicited a strangled moan from his brother beneath him. He stilled, shaking visibly to keep from moving.
"No, no, no," Dean pleaded. "A-again. D-don’t, don’t stop."
Sam started moving again - faster, harder, deeper - groaning with each thrust. Dean’s whimpers and moans were driving him both forward and mad. He curled his hand around his brother’s dick and squeezed hard, stroking roughly.
"Nnnnggh... God, Sammy, just... So, so close... Aaahhh," Dean bucked into his hand, the angle changing within. "Fuck!"
"C’mon, Dean," Sam panted. "Come for me."
Dean moaned loudly, his dick twitching in his brother’s hand before he came; covering Sam’s hand in warm, sticky cum.
Sam thrust in once, twice, three times more before groaning his brother’s name and painting his insides white. "God, Dean..." he mumbled, pressing his forehead against Dean’s shoulder. He slid out slowly, grinning tiredly at the whimper that escaped his brother’s throat.
"Mmm... Sammy... That was... Mmm," Dean hummed, letting his leg slide from his brother’s shoulder.
Sam lifted his cum covered hand to Dean’s face. "Clean it up," he said softly, smiling when Dean sucked a finger into his mouth. Dean hummed softly as he cleaned his finger. "God you’re beautiful," he said.
Dean let his finger slide from his mouth. "Mmm," he smiled, leaning up and pressing his lips to his brother’s.
His brother sighed against his mouth, stroking his cheek gently. He knew in the morning he was going to miss this more and not want to leave, but he could deal with that in the morning. "Love you, Dean."
"Love you too, Sammy," Dean mumbled drowsily before letting sleep take him.