RACK UP THE BALLS !! Chapter 9 part 1
RACK UP THE BALLS!! Chapter 9 An Apt Pupil
They slept in one another’s sheltering arms for the rest of the night, total exhaustion both physical and emotional claiming the young brothers. For once they experienced dreamless, visionless sleep content in the total possession of one another, hidden from the outside world.
Long eyelashes fluttered gently in the semi darkness of early morning, trying to acclimate, to make sense of the earlier emotionally charged night and the highly physical ending. Green eyes pivoted slowly downward settling on the gentle face nestled so softly against his muscular chest. That angelic, peaceful face framed in a thick fringe of dark brown, curly hair looking as it always had. The incestuous actions had done nothing to mark it as anything other than handsome, to the point of being sensitively beautiful.
Dean smiled such a warm, serene smile. He had always believed it was impossible to love his little brother any more than he did, but today he knew he’d been mistaken. His aching heart felt so full of Sammy that he was sure it would burst and he would explode along with it and cease to exist. He wanted to be free to touch that sweet face, to kiss those lips, those eyes, to run his fingers anywhere and everywhere on this long well-muscled body and just absorb every bit of him. He felt the desire to commit every square inch to memory so his little brother would be with him every minute of every day.
Was he comfortable in this new role? Not yet. Would he ever feel that what they were doing was right? Possibly. Could he ever do for Sammy the things Sam had done for him? He would certainly try. He owed Sammy that…and himself.
His mildly calloused fingers trailed feather light up the sculpted chest that lay against his own. Watching the exposed single nipple responding to the subtle almost non-existent touch, Dean grinned. Even in sleep Sam was a true hunter, aware of everything around him. Inclining his head just a fraction of an inch, the older hunter touched his lips ever so lightly to the top of the head that grazed his dimpled chin.
Sam had certainly been right about one thing with the brothers’ new relationship. It did feel like a natural progression in their brotherly caring and closeness.
Lying with his sibling so sweetly gathered against him, Dean had never felt more at peace or more comfortable. Last night, Sam had given the gift of himself so selflessly, so easily. He had comforted Dean in a way that the older hunter still could not explain or understand. All he really knew was that it had blessed him with a sense of such total release that no tension remained in his body. He sighed softly, contentedly.
Sam suddenly shifted away, rolling onto his left side leaving Dean’s warm embrace. Dean frowned in disappointment at the loss of contact. Feeling abandoned, deciding he needed more, he followed Sam’s path to spoon lightly against Sam’s warm back and legs. As he moved against the smooth muscular flesh, his body began to respond to that closeness. He felt the pull in his loins as his velvet shaft stiffened against Sam’s right flank. Reaching his right hand in search of ‘little Sammy’ he grinned at the realization that Sam, too, was packing his own morning hardness. Full pink lips brushed gently against his little brother’s broad shoulder, leaving a trail of soft dry kisses from the top of Sam’s arm to the crook of his long neck, then Dean’s warm, moist tongue painted over that same delicious trail.
A soft gasp came as Sam’s awakening response, followed by a very
contented, “Mmmmm…”
Sam’s body shifted ever so slightly, purposely exposing his throat, giving Dean a larger canvas to work on. With a soft appreciative moan, Dean arced his neck to reach higher and softly lick and nip at his brother’s throat and ear. Beneath his tongue and now questing fingertips he felt the Goosebumps rise on his little brother’s responsive flesh. Sam loosed a tiny “ahhhh” as the older hunter’s fingertips ghosted a path to his quickly distending nipples. Dean grinned in appreciation, knowing his clumsy ministrations were not as bad as he had feared. He wanted to ask Sam what would please him but did not want to destroy the moment. There would be plenty of time later for a tutorial if Sam felt he needed one. Consciously shutting down and just running on instinct was now his chosen path. With a growl Dean launched himself into full pleasure mode.
Fisting a handful of Sam’s unruly brown locks, he drew back until Sam’s blue-green eyes met his. The quirky sweet smile tugging at the corners of his little brother’s mouth and the welcoming look in those sleepy, gentle eyes assured him that last night had not been a one time thing. He covered those lips with his own soft full ones in an almost chaste kiss, but as his fingers again touched those sensitive pink buds, Sam gasped and his lips separated. Taking advantage of the slight opening, Dean softly slid the tip of his tongue into Sam’s mouth. Questing gently at first and when Sam offered no resistance, his tongue grew far more demanding, thrusting deeply inside that warm wet burrow. Insistently he probed against Sam’s teeth, tongue, and inner cheeks. Soon with their tongues intertwined, the hunters were moaning softly into each other’s mouths as their hands roamed inquisitively over taut muscled planes.
Maneuvering Sam’s taller body flat onto his back, Dean reluctantly abandoned the wet warmth of his mouth to search for other pleasures, other treasures hidden in his brother’s flesh. His lips and then teasing pink tongue moved ever so leisurely up and down the length of Sammy’s throat before sliding lower to caress first his collarbone and then his sensitive pink nipples. As the younger hunter moaned and gasped with each new or deepening sensation, Dean’s searching hands roamed lower and lower. Tracing the valleys of Sam’s arched abs with tenderly probing fingertips, Dean marveled at the taut musculature he was always too embarrassed to gawk at even when Sam was partly garbed.
As his mouth continued to torment Sam with passionate kisses, licks and nipping bites, his warm hands slid between his little brother’s long lean thighs. Cradling Sam’s sack in his right hand he gently rolled the balls about, enjoying the silky, soft motion of it. With his left hand he lightly wrapped his fingers around Sam’s hot shaft, savoring the plump, firmness of it and its wonderful flexibility as he manipulated it in a circular motion just to get familiar with its touch. Sam loosed a girly moan, arcing his back high off the mattress into Dean’s stroking, fondling hands. Quickly rising to his side Dean slid upward enveloping Sam’s mouth in a delicious open-mouthed kiss. Beginning to stroke his hand up and down Sam’s hardened cock, Dean was rewarded with the sensuous moan Sam breathed deep into his mouth. Sliding his thumb tantalizing over the oozing eye of his little brother’s cock, Dean used the warm sticky cream to lessen the friction of his hand as he continued to fist Sam.
When Sam was reduced to a writhing, squirming moaning mass beneath him, with the quick easy grace of a gymnast Dean straddled Sam’s calves and lowered his beautiful pouty lips onto that twitching, swollen shaft. Moaning almost a loudly as Sam he worked at swallowing the entire length of his sibling’s engorged cock. Slowly with deep deliberate motions he moved his mouth up and down Sam’s hot joystick, pausing again and again to tantalizingly slide his tongue up the underside stroking the large raised vein and then rimming the crowned edge of the head before teasing the oozing slit. Breaking contact only for a few moments when he lifted his eyes to look upon the beautiful painfully passionate expression on Sammy’s face. Reveling in the near blackness of the usually blue-green eyes, pupils blown wide in lust and desire, Dean smiled knowing that desire was only for him, only for his hands and body, and lustily resumed pleasuring his younger brother.
As the precum leaked more plentifully and Sam’s breathing became strained panting, “Guhhh… Oh, Dean... Ohhhh…” He moaned as his hips thrust upwards into the depths of Dean’s sweet mouth. “Ahhh, stop… I’m gonna… Gonna come!”
Sam’s large hands clutched at the sides of Dean’s tensed throat, he’d been trying so hard not to touch him fearing he might make Dean feel coerced in some way. But he felt the time was right to make his plea, “Dean, please… Oh, God! Dean… I want to feel you inside of me. Please… I need more…” Gasping now, frantic for a deeper union, “I need you… Fuck me, please…”
Pausing mid-stroke, lifting his head, Dean’s lust-glazed eyes moved to Sam’s, but a look of mild fear accompanied his hesitant words, “Sammy…what?! No… I don’t want to hurt you…. No… I can’t.” He shook his head slightly, “No… Sam, it hurts… you don’t know.”
With a gentle smile, Sam placed his fingers softly over Dean’s saliva and cum slicked lips, “Shhhh, Dean… I trust you. You would never hurt me. In the park… they wanted to cause pain. They wanted to hurt you… hurt us. It was a vicious attack.” He sat up slightly, stroking a hand gently against Dean’s soft cheek “Shhh, I have nothing to fear from you. Last night it didn’t hurt me to help you find relief, I enjoyed sucking your cock almost as much as you enjoyed me doing it. It wasn’t anything like being with those bastards. WE are nothing like them. Sex with you, Dean, would be an act of love, of mutual pleasure, not pain.”
Although Dean looked a bit less terrified, Sam knew the struggle was far from ended. Reaching into the nightstand, he took a brightly decorated tube from the drawer. Holding it out to Dean with an encouraging little smile, he gently suggested, “I bought us a few supplies. This one I bought just for you… Cherry Fizz lubricant! Just give it a try… Please…”
The corners of his big brother’s pouty lips quirked up in an unsure smile, as Dean whispered, “I’ll try, Sam. I promise.” With a little nod, he accepted the cherry-flavored lube and unscrewing the cap sniffed at the red tinged gel that seeped out, then briefly touched the tip of his tongue to it. “Okey-dokey, definitely cherry at least.” He set it quickly aside.
“Just let instinct guide you, Dean. We can do this. I trust you.” Cupping Dean’s chin gently in one hand Sam led him to move his body closer until he was nearly lying atop Sam. Beginning with light butterfly kisses all along Dean’s jaw and throat, Sam soon had them back where they had left off. Dean was shuddering with sexual excitement, hands everywhere, lips and tongue following.
As the older hunter’s mouth once more teased at the head of his little brother’s velvet shaft, Sam spread his legs wider inviting Dean’s warm, adventurous touch. When Sam’s hips began to pump and thrust Sam’s cock greedily into his hungry mouth, Dean slid his hands under Sam’s ass to support him and draw him closer. As he did so two fingertips ever so lightly grazed the puckered bud in the crack of Sam’s ass. With a moan, Sam squirmed trying to get more contact, arcing his body towards his brother’s fingers.
Sam bent his knees planting his feet to support himself and free up one of Dean’s hands, Sliding his arm beneath him he caught at one of his brother’s wrists, drawing the hand closer to the crack of his ass. Nudging the hand several times brought Dean’s fingertips to brush softly against his hungry virgin opening. With each touch Sam felt a small shock wave course through his body. Whimpering as he felt the warmth of Dean’s hesitant fingers, Sam rolled his hips to make contact again and again.
“Oh, yesss, Dean. That’s it… Gel… use the gel…” Sam panted, planting his feet harder to hold his ass suspended where Dean had been holding it. Seizing the initiative Sam‘s hand scrambled across the bedcovers, searching until triumphantly his fingers closed over the tube of Cherry Fizz. Stealing a glance at his older brother’s handsome face, Sam could see the uncertainty he felt. Squeezing a glob of gel out to let it plop onto his fingers he slipped them between his legs to smear the lubricant on and around Dean’s trembling fingers.
“I’m ready, Dean… You can… do this… I know…Pppp…leez..,” Sam shuddered as more and more shimmers of energy coursed through him. “God, Dean…. I want ...you…Ahhh …I nnneed you… inside mmmmme! Puh….leez… Oh, fffuck…Pleeezzzz,” his breath came in small gasps now.
Dean was stunned at his little brother’s bodily reactions as his trembling fingers touched him there. He wanted to pull his hand away but each time he tried Sam’s ass seemed to follow him, grinding the small muscular bud against his hand. The older hunter wanted nothing more than to make Sam the happiest little brother in the whole world.
But this… this thing he asked Dean to do for him was a big mistake. Sam didn’t know, couldn’t know the horrid screaming pain involved.
Peering up at Sam’s contorted face and lust blown eyes, Dean feared for the worst. How could he do this to Sam? How could he hurt Sam the way that bastard Dick had hurt him? Sam wanted this, was demanding this? But Sam also trusted him not to hurt him.
Come on, Deanie-boy! Key words here are ‘Sammy wants’! What is wrong with you? Since when do you deny Sam anything?!
As badly as the touches made Sam’s body shudder, those same touches made the older hunter tremble, remembering that night, that pain!
Willing his hand to do Sam’s bidding, the handsome hunter circled the tightly puckered ring of muscles with the pad of his gelled index finger. Whimpering now, Sam twisted against him trying to impale himself on it. I can do this…I promised Sam… slowly Dean pushed the tip of his finger through the first ring of muscles. Sam’s whimpers became a moan and his body tensed. As his older brother’s fingertip breached the second ring, Sam loosed a grunt and slight groan as his virgin tightness felt the invasive pressure. Dean saw Sam’s face twist in discomfort at that very moment and it was all he needed to see.
With a loud sob, pulling his hand free of Sam, Dean clawed his way off the bed like a scalded cat. Before Sam could muster a single intelligible word, he had scrambled into his jeans, grabbed his shirt jacket and boots and headed for the door, mumbling “No, Sam….I can’t …Can’t hurt you.”
In an instant Sam Winchester’s superhero brother had activated his jetpack and flown out of their room, slamming the door shut in his wake,leaving behind a frustrated, sobbing Sam sitting abandoned on the edge of his bed.
“Shit! Shit! Fucking shit! SHIT!!” Sam screamed as the roar of the Impala’s big motor thundered through the wall. Instantly that was followed by the squeal of the massive Detroit monster’s tires as it made a hasty escape from the motel parking lot.
Forlornly Sam’s hot tears coursed down his cheeks to run in tiny rivers down his muscled bare chest. What should he do now? Follow Dean? Where would he go? God knows. What would he do if he found him? Drag him back to their room and force himself on his hero?
Yeah, right! Sure, like that’d work! Really traumatize him! Brilliant!
Sam sat quietly thinking as the sobbing finally released its grip on his breathing and thoughts. Dean just needed more time. He should have known that. Dean Winchester was not a man to make snap decisions. Dean could only do that in a live or die, fight or perish situation. Sam of course knew that in those situations, no one thought faster or better than Dean. No, Dean had always, in Sam’s opinion, been like a wild stallion just fine until someone tried to bridle him and lead him. John had been able to make Dean do things, dance to his directives, but Sam was NOT John and never wanted to be. No, he loved Dean because of that fierce determination he had to live free. He had no wish to change Dean, turn him into his puppet. Sam decided he could wait.
Dean was a prize worth having, worth waiting for, he could wait as long as was needed really. For his entire life Sam had felt like a spoiled brat, thanks to his quiet, wisecracking, self-sacrificing older brother. Dean had deprived himself of food, clothes, friends, a better education, even a normal life to keep his Sammy safe, to try to bestow on Sam as much normalcy as Dean could muster. Sam knew he had greedily devoured anything Dean had placed in his path without once looking to see if Dean had kept any of the offered items for himself. As Sam had finally matured and he had all the material things he ‘needed’, he had come to realize that something was missing. He was incomplete. A deep gaping hole existed at the very center of his being, a hole that begged to be filled. Slowly over the past year he had come to realize that his beautiful older brother was the only plaster that gaping hole needed as filling. That night back in the park, surrounded by those vicious beasts, Sam had known once and for all that he HAD to have Dean. Without Dean I have no normalcy. I have nothing. I am nothing.
He would be so patient, it would hurt. He would find Dean tonight, in a crazy small town bar with few patrons and a loud jukebox. Dean would slide in looking for a game of pool or darts, a tad of solace and a bit of liquid courage before heading for home. Sam knew he needed to do the first facedown on neutral ground and the bar would be it. He would have to let his wonderful older brother know that his door and arms would be open whenever Dean chose to be with him, in Dean’s own time and on his own terms. He had watched his big brother’s eyes as they had headed into town and for the motel, and like Dean had taken note of the five taverns they passed. Thank God for driving a classic car that stands out like a shining beacon in any parking lot. Dean might as well be driving a lighthouse… Sam chuckled to himself.
He would spend his afternoon on his laptop, seeking advice on some of the friendlier sites dealing with male-on-male sex and male rape victims. Someone, somewhere would have lived through this same crisis of trust and fear of inflicting pain. Sam would be as patient as his brother needed him to be. As loving and unselfishly caring as Dean had always been when he was little Sam’s protector, when he had been the glue that held their tiny family together. Sam wanted to be as strong for Dean as Dean had always been when he had defended Sam against the world, against menacing clowns, even against John.
Flipping the laptop open, Sam slid into his tee and boxers and set about making some lousy instant coffee in the little motel microwave.
Flipping on the nasty old clock radio on the kitchenette counter, the room was filled appropriately with the bluesy strains of AC/DC’s Let Me Put My Love Into You.
With a chuckle he grabbed the liquid poison he had nuked and slid into his chair, determined to find some answers.
TBC.........
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