The Seduction of Scott, Part 15, Supernatural, Keeper Verse, R
Title: The Seduction of Scott, Part 15
Characters: Sam/Dean, Dana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5872
Disclaimer: Not mine - just playing.
Summary: Written by M.
The Sex Talk. Dana has questions. She gets answers. Sam deserves a medal. Sam is left with LOTS of problems which Dean fixes with the healing PORN. I'm not kidding.
After two days of white out conditions, it had finally stopped storming.
Sam and Dana bundled up against the 25 degree cold and went out to let Aristotle run. They arrived at the park and were slowly circling the snow covered path watching Ari’s tail wag joyfully as she jumped in and out of the snow banks.
“That dog never seems to notice the cold,” Sam commented. He waited a minute for a reply and then turned to look at Dana who was walking with her eyes staring off in the distance.
“Earth to Dana Elizabeth,” Sam nudged her with his shoulder as Aristotle bounded up and dropped a stick at Sam’s right foot, gazing up at him expectantly, tongue lolling.
Dana floated the stick up into Sam’s hand before he could bend over. Sam tossed it and Aristotle chased. Sam turned to Dana who had stopped walking.
“What is it honey?” Sam asked. “What’s bugging you?”
She had been quiet all morning, deep in thought, biting the inside of her cheek while she rocked in the chair. Sam had suggested the walk under the guise of letting Ari run but really wanted to get Dana to stop dwelling on, well, whatever she was stuck on.
Dana looked at Sam, weaved her arm through his and continued walking. For ten steps she didn’t say anything and then abruptly asked, “Sam, can I ask you some stuff?”
“Dana, honey, you can ask me anything. You know that. Is something wrong?” Sam replied. She had closed herself off from him since last night and, although he could sense some general unease from her, he didn’t have a clue as to what was causing her to fret.
“No, not wrong, nothing’s wrong, really,” she reassured. Her face was serious, jaw set as if she was hunting. She released Sam’s arm and grasped his hand in hers. She exhaled heavily and made a huge fog with her breath.
“It’s cold out here. How about we get coffee?”
“Anything you want honey.” Sam made a left turn at the next spot on the foot path, heading toward their favorite coffee house. He whistled once and Aristotle came racing out of the trees and fell into step with them. “Good dog.”
They had removed two layers of clothing and their hats and scarves after getting their hot drinks.
At the table, Sam bent over and used his hoodie to dry off Aristotle who promptly wiggled underneath the table to curl up at his feet. Sam and Dana sat, across from each other, sipping their lattes, Sam’s vanilla flavored and Dana’s a mocha.
“Dad hates flavored coffee,” Dana tossed out.
“Well, he drinks mine whenever I have one so don’t believe everything he says.”
That generated a smile. “Really?”
Sam nodded, raised his eyebrows for emphasis. “Yeah. Dean Winchester, all around tough guy, likes girly coffee. Don’t ever let John know.”
Sam wanted to press her. Wanted to just demand she spit it out. It wasn’t like her to hold back a question, thought, comment, opinion. But, she wasn’t a little kid anymore and he sensed she was working up to it. Good parents let their kids approach topics at their own speed, Sam reminded himself. But it was a tough thing to do, went against his protective streak.
“You want to split that lemon bar with me?” she asked, drumming her fingers on the table.
“You don’t like lemon bars Dana. I like lemon bars. Since you are offering my favorite food, I’m thinking this is a college discussion.”
Dana stopped drumming, tossed her head back and laughed. He hadn’t expected that. “No, not about college. I wish. I know exactly how to talk with you about college. Just shout, loudly.” She engaged his eyes, a silent apology in there for all the college selection misery she had put him through.
“I sent my applications to Harvard, Princeton, Columbia, Dartmouth, Amherst and Wellesly, you know that dude.” She paused poked his arm then added, “Cost a damn fortune just to apply. You’re gonna be flat ass broke by the time I graduate. Have no idea how you plan to pay for med school.” She smiled to let him know she didn’t mean it harshly.
He looked at her expectantly, raised his eyebrows in question. She went back to her drum solo then stood up, went to the counter and purchased a lemon bar.
Sam watched her. She was definitely tense. It was so uncharacteristic for her not to be confident, even over-confident, that he felt his stomach knot in worry. He tried a different approach. Easier to talk this way? he sent to her.
There was a pause. He felt her considering it but she replied No, not really.
She turned from the counter and headed back to the table. Aristotle stuck her nose up. “Don’t beg Aristotle,” Dana reprimanded. Ari whined but put her head back down, sullenly.
Sam bit into the lemon bar, nice and tart. Dana was playing with her hair, twisting the ends. She exhaled, leaned forward and asked in a very low voice, “Sam, can I talk to you about sex?”
Sam coughed, felt two fire stations worth of alarm bells go off internally and moved at the speed of sound to toss up a complete lockdown on his reaction. He blinked, hoping he had covered his instant panic reaction well enough.
Dana was waiting for his reply, pulling on the ends of her hair. Sam said, “Yes. You can talk to me about anything, you know that.” Sam was impressed by how sincere and calm he sounded since he would choose to run naked outside in the sub-freezing cold in front of the whole city rather than proceed on this topic.
“Good,” she replied. They sat staring at each other for what seemed like minutes, but probably was less than a minute.
“See,” she waved her hand as if that helped Sam to understand, “I’ve wanted to do this for a while but I want to be sure and want it to be right.”
Sam nodded in what he hoped looked like attentive listening and encouragement.
“And I know the basics like, you know, where stuff goes but I don’t know stuff, other stuff.” She looked at him with eyes begging to be understood.
Sam cleared his throat, rapidly continuing to lock down his core reaction until he felt it safe to proceed. “Ok. First and foremost Dana, you have to use protection.”
“Yes, that one I know.” She blushed a bit. “Sam, are all condoms the same? I mean how do I know what kind to buy? What kind do you use?”
Sam smiled the best he could manage. “I’ll get you some sweetie.” She definitely didn’t need to know that he and her father had never used one in all their years together.
“Are you sure you’re okay talking about this?”
“Yes Dana. We can talk about anything.” He meant it sincerely even though his entire being was screaming for him to tell her to stop.
“Good.” He felt her genuine relief flood over him. “Oh Sam, thank you.” Sam threw up a few more layers of suppression around his emotions and memories. This was important to her and he could and would damn well get through it.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.
“Yes.” She pulled at her hair some more. “No. Yes.” More hair pulling. “I love him and I want to do it,” she declared with a definitive nod of her head.
“Have you talked to Scott about it?” Sam thought he was doing pretty well, considering the swell of terror welling up behind his defenses.
She blushed. “He is so shy but yeah we’ve talked around it, you know, vaguely, teasing and stuff.” She flailed her hands again and then leaned forward. “Sam, what do guys like? I mean…what feels good?” She turned bright red.
“Not sure what you’re asking. Sex feels good Dana.”
“Oh lord. Ok, I’m just going to say it. A blowjob. Does it feel good to a guy?”
Sam swallowed and built up about ten more walls to keep the creeping memory of himself at seventeen, being forced to give blow jobs, one after another, complete subjugation, for hours on end.
Walls firmly back in place, he replied as evenly as possible, “Yes, it feels great. Don’t use teeth though or, if you do, only lightly to tease. Some guys like it to completion and some only as a warm-up. Ask him after you have him aroused to see what he prefers.”
She half-smiled, “Got it.”
“Um - do some guys reach, ya know, quickly?”
“Climax?” he prodded.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks were fire engine red.
“Don’t be embarrassed Dana. It’s a good question.” He sounded really supportive. “And yes, especially young guys.”
“I think Scott did once.” She covered her eyes and then removed her hands. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this. We were necking and I reached down, ya know, down there and rubbed a little bit and then he jumped away and looked really uncomfortable.”
Sam reached over and stroked her hair, swallowed deeply. Images of him being stroked repeatedly, unwanted, while tied down were creeping up and out. He slammed it down with a huge psychic slap.
“It can happen. But young guys recover quickly, really quickly, so it all balances out.” Sam thought that was good information but with a light touch. He deserved a medal.
It was silent between them for a minute. Sam was hoping they were done.
She broke the silence and asked, “Does it hurt? The first time?” She bit her lip, averted her eyes.
Sam grabbed his knee tight to create a pain reaction, to divert his brain. The memory of drugging and raping that poor virginal girl was bubbling up. He added more reinforcements for the wall, kept his face blank.
He managed, “Yes, it probably will hurt a little. You might bleed a little but I’m told it isn’t horrid and over quickly. Use some lubricant, that will help a lot. I’ll get you some of that too.” Sam amazed himself by the steadiness of his tone, considering he was cracking into tiny bits inside. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could cap his bitter memories before they poured over his psychic retaining walls.
She was shredding her napkin. She stopped and sipped her coffee. She kept her eyes looking down when she asked, “What if he wants to … you know.”
“No honey, I don’t know. If he wants to what?” Sam replied.
She fidgeted and whispered oh so softly, “Use his mouth on me?”
Sam grabbed his leg again, deflecting his reaction with the pain. “Does that bother you?”
“No, well, I don’t know.”
“Well, let him and if you don’t like it, divert him. Guys are pretty easily diverted.” He managed a smile. “Most women like it, lots.” Sam swallowed hard. “It creates direct contact and women tend to think it’s pretty great.”
“I just had to ask.” She exhaled. “Ok, since I asked that I’ll ask my last thing.” She really squirmed now, twisting her hair and her shoulders.
Sam thought, what could possibly be worse than what she had already asked? He regretted the thought immediately because, with Dana involved, you never ever thing that there can’t be something worse.
“Out with it, what last secret thing do you need to ask?”
She buried her head on her folded arms on the table and mumbled something.
“Can’t hear you hon.” Sam figured he could keep locked down maybe sixty more minutes, tops. He had to get this out of her and get them home.
Are orgasms different during intercourse?
Sam frowned, really had not expected this line of inquiry. Different from what?
She covered her head with her hands. Masturbation, different from doing it alone?
Sam cringed, physically and mentally, and he knew some of that leaked out. He could have gone his whole life without talking to her about this and been just fine, thank you very much.
Honey, I’m not a girl and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a girl but yeah, it’s a bit different. The penetration changes the experience, heightens it, more stimulation. Sometimes, girls still need some manual stimulation as well as penetration.
She had brought it up so he figured he had to ask.
Ok, I’m going to ask. Have you ever used anything for penetration?
He saw her shake her head ‘No’ and then she lifted up to look at him. “No. Erin is always going on about how great her dildo is but I just feel weird about it.”
Sam scrambled to lock down the image of the drawer in their room filled with sex toys and devices. That most certainly didn’t need to leak out.
He was curious about one thing. “Why not ask Erin? Isn’t that what girls do, ask other girls?”
Dana nodded, “Yeah, mostly. But, I trust you and knew you’d be great and give me good information.”
Sam felt a rush of parental love and pride. He thought, somewhere in this life of mine, I did manage to do something right.
Dean wandered into the house, reached out for Sam, met a solid wall. Dean frowned. Sam with a solid wall erected was always a horrible thing.
Dean headed upstairs to their room. “Sammy,” he said as he opened the bedroom door. No Sam.
He walked through the doorway and into the bedroom. No Sam.
He wandered into the bathroom and Sam was sitting in the corner, facing the wall, arms wrapped around his bent legs and head resting on the wall. He was rocking slightly, side to side.
Dean took a step to him while reaching mentally. Sam’s struggle to suppress a landslide of memories hit him hard. Sam managed to let him know that he was trying to protect Dana, that the wall was in place to trick Dana into thinking he was just resting.
Dean stopped and reached into his pocket for his phone. Hit speed dial. After a few seconds, he spoke into the phone. “Dad, call Dana and tell her you need her right now. Keep her out all night.” He paused. “No, can’t explain because I don’t know why actually. Just do it. Fast.” He clicked the phone shut.
Dean fought the urge to go to Sam. Instead he settled for, “I’ll be back Sam. Hold on. She’ll be gone in five minutes.”
Dean walked out their room and down the hall to Dana’s. He found her sitting on her bed reading a track magazine. “Hi Dana,” he said, very casually as her phone rang.
She half-waved at her Dad and popped open her phone. “Hi Papa.” She paused, listening. “Ok, yeah, sure. I can do that.” Hanging up she stood and reached for her sweater and coat. “Papa got a call from a hunter friend. Demon. Kid in trouble. Wants me to come and research with him.”
Dean rubbed his face. “Probably just wants some company. He’s getting squirrelly in his old age.” Dean paused and warned, “Don’t tell him I said that.”
Dana chuckled and flicked her hair. “It’ll cost you $20 to keep me quiet.” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a $20 and passed it to her. She kissed him on the cheek and bounced downstairs. “Can I take the Impala?” she yelled up at him.
“No.”
She laughed. “One of these days you should surprise me and say ‘Yes’.”
“Never gonna happen sweet pea,” he called down as he heard the door slam and lock behind her. That girl was incapable of closing a door without slamming it.
Dean ran back to Sam, listening for the SUV to start and drive off. Dean lowered himself next to Sam and carefully wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders. “Lower down Sam. I’ve got you.”
Dean felt Sam physically quiver and the floodgates burst open. Sam cried out in pain, a loud, long yell and fell over onto his left side, gripping his stomach. Images of sexual abuse poured out of him in a flurry, so many and so fast, Dean couldn’t even register one before the next one was slamming into him.
Dean threw up a shield and reached for Sam, pulling him in close to his body. Sam mildly convulsed, head to toe, and cried out again as if being whipped. Sam tried to reach toward the toilet but needed Dean’s help to move his body there. Sam hurled, body shaking. Dean held his head and rubbed his back. After five minutes, Sam seemed to calm. Dean reached for a towel and wiped the vomit, tears and sweat from Sam’s face.
“Ok baby. What was that about?” Dean asked in a soft voice.
“Put up walls and,” Sam paused, taking a few deep breaths. He rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. After a few minutes he continued, “Too much. Was too much to contain.”
He stopped then and moaned, reached for his head. Dean stroked his hair.
“Thanks. Getting her out of house. Thanks. She trusts me.” A sob erupted and Sam gasped for air. Dean felt Sam pull on his healing power to calm himself, still an odd thing, as the warmth flooded through him and he lifted his head. “She trusts me, am so happy for that.” He gulped air. “Can’t let her know.” Dean made quieting noises while Sam repeated, “She trusts me” over and over.
Dean whispered into Sam’s ear, “Let’s get you to the bed” and helped Sam to his feet, trying to provide mental focus to ground him. They stumbled but managed the short distance. Dean lowered Sam down. Sam rolled onto his side, curled up. Dean proceeded to undress him, unwrapping his long limbs from the tight curl until Sam was down to his blue boxer briefs. Dean stripped down to the same, laid down next to him and covered both of them up with the down comforter. Dean pressed his chest to Sam’s back and reached over to pull him in close.
Dean felt Sam working to lock down the images. Dean shook his head. “No Sam, No. Let it out, let them out,” and pushed to make Sam release. Images started to flood the connection between them. Sam being horrifically sexually abused and beaten and sexually abusing others in turn. They had no order. In one he was young, before the scars; in the next, he was at college. Time jumped back and forth, no pattern, just misery.
“Oh god,” Sam groaned. It continued for close to half an hour. When the images started to slow, Dean ran a hand over Sam’s sweat soaked brow and hair. “Come back to me baby.”
Sam slowly rolled over to face Dean. “Sorry. Couldn’t suppress any longer. Used everything I had to hold it back so she wouldn’t know.”
Dean looked into Sam’s eyes. “Ok, big guy - what does this have to do with Dana?”
Sam lowered his eyes. “Would you believe me when I tell you that you really, really don’t want me to answer that?”
Dean choked down a laugh. “Oh, I definitely believe that I don’t want to know. No Doubt. But, I pledged that we’re in this together. So, let’s hear it.”
Sam inhaled, stroked Dean’s face. “I love you.”
“I know you do Sammy. I love you too.” Dean squinted. “That bad, huh? That I need a reminder that you love me?”
Sam moved to get up. Dean grabbed his arm to hold him in place. “Just gonna rinse off. Be right back.” From the bathroom, he called out, “Prepare yourself. Remember - you’re a modern dad.”
Dean tried to pry it out of Sam’s head, but Sam shut him down. Sam shouted, “Nope. I’ll tell you, just give me a second.”
Dean stared at the ceiling, contemplating, preparing himself. How bad could it be? He was a modern dad. Actually, he resented the implication that he wasn’t. But, his thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Sam locking back down. “Stop it Sam.”
Dean jumped off the bed and hustled into the bathroom. Sam was leaning over the sink, toothbrush in hand, gulping for air. Half a dozen memories of brushing his teeth after being forced to perform ate away at him. Dean grabbed him, pried the toothbrush loose, dried Sam’s face and chest, walked him back to the bed, got them both back under the comforter.
Dean didn’t need to prompt, after a few minutes to calm himself, Sam spit it out. “Sex. She had questions about sex.”
Dean felt his temples pound and his blood pressure shoot up. He had faced down demons and cracked wise but right now all he could manage was, “Fuck.”
“Yes, that’s the general idea.”
“Not funny dude. So not funny.”
“You need to calm Dean. No good to me if you stroke out.”
Dean growled and sat up, “I’ll kill that fucking kid.”
“If you mean Scott, I don’t think this is his idea exactly.”
Dean’s jaw fell.
“Shock Dean? C’mon on. You got your first blow job at thirteen and the girl was twenty, for god’s sake. And she was riding your cock an hour later. Remember, modern dad.”
Dean acknowledged Sam’s words with a head bob.
“Have they done it?”
“No. But she’s ready and what boy says ‘No’ to that offer? So, I suspect soon.”
“I’m sending her away,” Dean announced.
Sam felt the memory of being sent to another family at sixteen to be used as a sex toy for the summer slam into him. He gasped and Dean reached for him as Sam’s head fell forward, truth dawning with a sickening thud. “Oh lord. All of this? You listened to her and locked this all down to cope. Yes?”
Sam gave a slight bob of his head.
“What was she thinking? She knows your teenage years. She knows. How could she?” Dean flushed with instant fury.
Sam shook his head, put his hands on Dean’s shoulders. “She doesn’t really. Doesn’t realize how much it triggers.” He gulped air and poked at the healing power once more. The memories were bad, but Dana was so much more important. Sam lifted his head, eyes gleaming. “She asked me because she trusts me.” Tears fell again. “Means the world to me that she feels that.”
Dean laid back down and pulled Sam’s head to his chest, ran his fingers through his hair. After a quiet few minutes, Dean said, “Ok, I can be a modern dad. What did she want to know?”
“You should be proud of her Dean. Really good questions, thoughtful, considerate. It was hard for her to ask too but she did.”
Dean considered that. He had plunged head long into sex, so many partners, so many back rooms and hidden corners, even fucking Sam had been rash, head strong. He did feel glad that it was different and better for her, that it would mean something. Then he realized, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Dean, baby. Isn’t it enough to know that she didn’t just plunge into it and thought about it, asked? You don’t want the details dude.”
“Yes. I do.”
Sam managed a little laugh. “Ok. She masturbates.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ Sam! Warn a guy.” Dean whacked Sam on the head, hard. “Christ!”
“I did warn you.” Sam smirked. “You deserved that.”
“No father ever deserves that, you ass.”
“Ok, I’ll give you the reader’s digest version. She wanted to know about condoms, oral sex, quick ejaculation, pain the first time, intercourse orgasm v. masturbation orgasm.” Sam rubbed his nose. “That about covers it.”
Dean shook his head, gave Sam an admiring look. “How the hell did you survive that? Fuck, without the psychic shit it stirs up for you, I couldn’t have survived that.”
Sam said, “She told me she trusted me.” Dean stroked Sam’s hair.
“You get Father of the Year dude.” Then Dean felt something else stir in Sam, something gentle, not a bad memory but definitely a memory that Sam was clinging to, tightly. He poked at it and Sam shied back, a blush creeping over his face.
“What is that Sam?”
“It’s - it’s us…” Sam was clearly embarrassed, holding the memory away from Dean. “It’s silly, just, it’s just what I consider my first time.” Sam’s face went from pink to red.
“Let me see it,” Dean stroked Sam’s stomach, prodding him to let it go.
The memory of the first time Dean had topped, after Sam had returned to them flowed over them. It was before this connection between them existed, their relationship not as certain. Dean had held him down and penetrated him. Sam hadn’t bottomed in years before that and never willingly. Dean felt Sam’s terror, desire, lust and love. “My first time Dean, to me, my first time.” Sam shook his head, like he couldn’t believe he was saying that out loud.
Dean clutched him close, kissed him fervently. “Baby, when you came that night, I had never been so happy to see someone else orgasm. Never. You trusted me. And that meant everything.”
Dean kissed Sam again, buried his tongue in his throat while rubbing his back. Sam responded, pulled Dean close, passing the details of his “first” time over their link.
Dean pulled out of their kiss. “Gonna fuck you now Sammy. You need to let go of everything you’ve locked down. Not gonna let you come until you do, all of it. You’re gonna scream for me Sammy.”
Sam flushed, looked stunned and…stunning…and maybe a little apprehensive.
“Do I need to tie you down?”
Sam shook his head. “Not tonight Dean. Please no.”
“Ok, but don’t fight me.” Dean got up then and crossed the room, reached into the third dresser drawer. Pulled out a few items, careful not to let Sam see, walked back to the bed. Pulled off his boxer briefs, displaying his erect cock. Reached down and stripped Sam, kissed his belly, bit it lightly.
“Don’t fight me Sam. Just trust me. We’re going to get you to let go of every ounce of that wall.”
Dean entered Sam’s mind and sent a scorching image of Sam moaning and writhing, calling Dean’s name. Sam moaned in response. Dean bent over a prone Sam, stretched his length on top of him, inhaled Sam’s scent.
“Love you. Gonna make you scream” and bit Sam’s shoulder hard, sucked, ground their hips together. Sam yelped, lifted his head up off the bed, reached for Dean’s head and gripped it.
Dean lifted his head, hips grinding cock to cock, felt Sam harden, reached for Sam’s mouth with his. They kissed, tongues licking into each other’s mouths, possessive, hungry.
Dean pulled up his head but kept grinding, applying steady pressure to Sam’s cock. Then he scooted down Sam’s body, kissing and licking until his mouth pressed against the base of Sam’s dick. He licked his way up, and teased the tip and Sam writhed.
“Like that Sammy? Want me to suck you?” Dean bit then, gently. Sam hardened even more. “I asked, you want me to suck you?” He slapped Sam’s thigh.
“Please,” Sam breathed out.
Dean’s lip touched Sam’s balls, licked, blew on them, then pulled them into his mouth. Sam’s cock leaked. “You’re leaking Sammy. Guess you’re interested?”
“Suck please.” Sam’s head came off the pillow and he eyed Dean as he licked again.
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to form words baby.”
A groan. Dean pulled Sam’s cock head into his mouth and sucked hard, pulled off, pinched Sam’s balls. Another groan. Mouth back on Sam’s dick, going deep into Dean’s throat then sucking up and nearly off. Dean reached down to the foot of the bed for one of the items, keeping Sam’s dick in his mouth.
Then Dean snapped a cock ring onto Sam, in one smooth move.
Sam muttered, “What the hell?” and tried to sit up.
“I said you don’t get to come until you’ve released all that internal crap. The ring will help, keep you in line,.”
“Dean. No. Take it off.”
“Shhh baby, shhh,” Dean whispered and sucked hard. Sam flopped back down.
Sam might have verbally said ‘No’ but the cock ring’s presence was making his cock weep. Dean licked the fluid onto his tongue and lifted up and deposited it from his tongue to Sam’s lips.
“Lick it Sam.”
Sam ran his tongue over his lips.
“Taste good baby?”
Sam nodded, eyes blown. “Want to come Dean. Please,” he whined.
“No baby. We haven’t even started.”
Sam cried out then, mostly impatience. His fists beat on the bed beside him.
“You’re getting the idea. Want to hear you cry and beg and plead.”
Sam writhed.
Dean scooted down to the end of the bed, put lube on his fingers. He grinned playfully at Sam who switched tactics and demanded, “Tell me what you’re going to do Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “No baby. Just lay back and experience it. I’m driving here. Gonna make you scream.”
And Dean inserted, roughly, one slick finger into Sam. Sam moaned, his head tilting back, his hips shifting. Dean pulled it out and circled Sam’s hole, then harshly pushed it back in, circled it around, pulled it out. He bent down to suck Sam. Sam pushed his hips up, trying for more friction. Dean held him down, pushed two fingers inside.
Sam’s cock was bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. “Let it go Sammy. No holding it in.”
Dean scissored his fingers and then rubbed Sam’s prostate. Sam yelled, “Fuck. Need to be fucked. Please. God. Let me. Fuck.”
“Good boy.” Dean petted his leg, kissed over the tender skin of his thigh. “More yelling baby.”
Without any warning, Dean inserted a dildo into Sam, pushed it in all the way without sufficient preparation but with lots of lube. Dean had purchased it fairly recently, hadn’t told Sam. Sam screamed at the unexpected intrusion, writhed trying to get it out, pushing his hips up, pulling them back.
Dean eased it out and slammed it back in. Sam yelled as it hit him in the right spot. Dean eased it back and forth, massaging Sam’s prostate with the toy. Sam’s head was rolling side to side. He was emitting a low moan, hands over his eyes.
Dean kept the dildo rocking back and forth and lowered his mouth down onto Sam’s cock and sucked it down until his lips hit the cock ring.
Sam screamed, “Please baby please fuck please.”
Pulling off Sam’s cock, he replied, “Not yet Sam.”
Dean grabbed Sam’s hips and eased him over onto his belly, nudged him up onto his knees. Leaned down and bit Sam’s ass, hard, sucked at the mark. Petted his stomach, ran his fingers through Sam’s pubic hair. Sam hung his head. His cock was dangling, hugely engorged.
“That looks like it hurts baby.”
“Hurts Dean. Hurts. Need to Come. Take it off. Pleasedeanpleasewantmakeme comeplease.” Desperate pleas, cracked voice.
Dean pulled out the dildo, hanging obscenely from Sam’s ass, ran his tongue down Sam’s crack, licked at the hole. Sam yelled, pushed his ass up higher into the air. “Love that ass Sammy. Love that hole. So beautiful, all stretched.” Dean inserted a finger and wiggled it around. Bent down and kissed and licked the hole while reaching down to the toys, selecting one. Then, he inserted a butt plug, their favorite one, the one that seemed to hit Sam’s prostate perfectly.
“Please Dean. No more. Lemme come. Pleasedeanlemmecomeplease.”
“No baby. Need you to scream.”
Dean turned on the switch onto low and watched Sam shiver, head to toe, then lower himself to hump the mattress.
“No baby.” Dean lifted Sam’s hips and crawled underneath Sam’s legs, mouth below Sam’s stiff cock. “You’re gonna fuck my mouth Sammy.”
“Takeitoffdeanpleaseplease.”
“No baby.”
Dean reached for Sam’s hip and lowered him down so that Sam’s dick ran over his tongue and half way down his throat. He closed his mouth and sucked hard while flicking the switch to high.
Sam yelled and started to pump his hips fast and furious, while repeating a mantra of “Fuck”.
Dean opened his throat and felt Sam’s pre-come trickle down. Dean reached for his own cock and stroked but let go. He was too close and wanted Sam screaming, wanted Sam to lose himself, before he climaxed.
Sam was muttering nonsense now, hips thrusting madly, abusing Dean’s mouth. Dean reached up and grabbed Sam’s nipples with his fingers, pinched hard.
Dean opened his mind. Let it go baby. Let it all out. Fuck me senseless. And then he felt Sam snap, the wall shattered into shards, flying in tiny pieces and evaporating. Sam pulled his dick out of Dean’s mouth and buried his head in the pillow and screamed, from his core, primal and deep.
Dean undid the cock ring and Sam instantly shot thick streams of come all over Dean’s chest. The screaming deepened, Sam’s body shook.
“Good boy. Really good.”
Dean turned off the butt plug and scooted out from beneath Sam who instantly collapsed on the bed, his limbs quivering.
Pulling Sam toward him, Dean entered his ass slowly. “Gonna fuck you down Sammy. Just relax. Enjoy.”
Dean reached for him mentally and felt Sam floating in a haze, a warm, sated, relaxed puddle. “Got all the bad out, huh, Sammy?” As he eased his hips back and forth, one hand stroking his brother’s belly and the other his ass, Dean closed his eyes and brought back the image of Sam’s cock exploding and the sound of Sam screaming in release. Dean growled and came hard, flooding Sam’s ass with come.
He lowered himself, still inside Sam, onto Sam’s back. You’re a great fuck my love, a great fuck.
Two Days Later
Dean walked into Dana’s room and plopped himself into the recliner.
Dana turned her eyes from the computer monitor to look his way.
“I want you to know I’m proud of you.”
He saw the confusion on her face. She reached to figure out what he meant and turned red as she hit on it. “Oh god.” She covered her face with her hands. “Sam talked to you.”
“Not in any detail,” he reassured. “But, in general terms, yes. And I am proud that you’ve thought about sex and not just jumped at it.”
He stopped, cleared his throat. He thought he was prepared for this but it was still hard to let go of your little girl, in any way.
“Always remember that you can tell Sam or me anything and ask any question at any time. No topic off limits.”
She smiled at him. “Thanks Dad.”
He managed a supportive smile. “And always be safe. If he tries anything you don’t like or want, smack the shit out of him.” He passed her a bag and walked out of the room.
Dana opened it and found a box of Trojans, some K-Y and a book about a girl’s first time.
Characters: Sam/Dean, Dana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5872
Disclaimer: Not mine - just playing.
Summary: Written by M.
The Sex Talk. Dana has questions. She gets answers. Sam deserves a medal. Sam is left with LOTS of problems which Dean fixes with the healing PORN. I'm not kidding.
After two days of white out conditions, it had finally stopped storming.
Sam and Dana bundled up against the 25 degree cold and went out to let Aristotle run. They arrived at the park and were slowly circling the snow covered path watching Ari’s tail wag joyfully as she jumped in and out of the snow banks.
“That dog never seems to notice the cold,” Sam commented. He waited a minute for a reply and then turned to look at Dana who was walking with her eyes staring off in the distance.
“Earth to Dana Elizabeth,” Sam nudged her with his shoulder as Aristotle bounded up and dropped a stick at Sam’s right foot, gazing up at him expectantly, tongue lolling.
Dana floated the stick up into Sam’s hand before he could bend over. Sam tossed it and Aristotle chased. Sam turned to Dana who had stopped walking.
“What is it honey?” Sam asked. “What’s bugging you?”
She had been quiet all morning, deep in thought, biting the inside of her cheek while she rocked in the chair. Sam had suggested the walk under the guise of letting Ari run but really wanted to get Dana to stop dwelling on, well, whatever she was stuck on.
Dana looked at Sam, weaved her arm through his and continued walking. For ten steps she didn’t say anything and then abruptly asked, “Sam, can I ask you some stuff?”
“Dana, honey, you can ask me anything. You know that. Is something wrong?” Sam replied. She had closed herself off from him since last night and, although he could sense some general unease from her, he didn’t have a clue as to what was causing her to fret.
“No, not wrong, nothing’s wrong, really,” she reassured. Her face was serious, jaw set as if she was hunting. She released Sam’s arm and grasped his hand in hers. She exhaled heavily and made a huge fog with her breath.
“It’s cold out here. How about we get coffee?”
“Anything you want honey.” Sam made a left turn at the next spot on the foot path, heading toward their favorite coffee house. He whistled once and Aristotle came racing out of the trees and fell into step with them. “Good dog.”
They had removed two layers of clothing and their hats and scarves after getting their hot drinks.
At the table, Sam bent over and used his hoodie to dry off Aristotle who promptly wiggled underneath the table to curl up at his feet. Sam and Dana sat, across from each other, sipping their lattes, Sam’s vanilla flavored and Dana’s a mocha.
“Dad hates flavored coffee,” Dana tossed out.
“Well, he drinks mine whenever I have one so don’t believe everything he says.”
That generated a smile. “Really?”
Sam nodded, raised his eyebrows for emphasis. “Yeah. Dean Winchester, all around tough guy, likes girly coffee. Don’t ever let John know.”
Sam wanted to press her. Wanted to just demand she spit it out. It wasn’t like her to hold back a question, thought, comment, opinion. But, she wasn’t a little kid anymore and he sensed she was working up to it. Good parents let their kids approach topics at their own speed, Sam reminded himself. But it was a tough thing to do, went against his protective streak.
“You want to split that lemon bar with me?” she asked, drumming her fingers on the table.
“You don’t like lemon bars Dana. I like lemon bars. Since you are offering my favorite food, I’m thinking this is a college discussion.”
Dana stopped drumming, tossed her head back and laughed. He hadn’t expected that. “No, not about college. I wish. I know exactly how to talk with you about college. Just shout, loudly.” She engaged his eyes, a silent apology in there for all the college selection misery she had put him through.
“I sent my applications to Harvard, Princeton, Columbia, Dartmouth, Amherst and Wellesly, you know that dude.” She paused poked his arm then added, “Cost a damn fortune just to apply. You’re gonna be flat ass broke by the time I graduate. Have no idea how you plan to pay for med school.” She smiled to let him know she didn’t mean it harshly.
He looked at her expectantly, raised his eyebrows in question. She went back to her drum solo then stood up, went to the counter and purchased a lemon bar.
Sam watched her. She was definitely tense. It was so uncharacteristic for her not to be confident, even over-confident, that he felt his stomach knot in worry. He tried a different approach. Easier to talk this way? he sent to her.
There was a pause. He felt her considering it but she replied No, not really.
She turned from the counter and headed back to the table. Aristotle stuck her nose up. “Don’t beg Aristotle,” Dana reprimanded. Ari whined but put her head back down, sullenly.
Sam bit into the lemon bar, nice and tart. Dana was playing with her hair, twisting the ends. She exhaled, leaned forward and asked in a very low voice, “Sam, can I talk to you about sex?”
Sam coughed, felt two fire stations worth of alarm bells go off internally and moved at the speed of sound to toss up a complete lockdown on his reaction. He blinked, hoping he had covered his instant panic reaction well enough.
Dana was waiting for his reply, pulling on the ends of her hair. Sam said, “Yes. You can talk to me about anything, you know that.” Sam was impressed by how sincere and calm he sounded since he would choose to run naked outside in the sub-freezing cold in front of the whole city rather than proceed on this topic.
“Good,” she replied. They sat staring at each other for what seemed like minutes, but probably was less than a minute.
“See,” she waved her hand as if that helped Sam to understand, “I’ve wanted to do this for a while but I want to be sure and want it to be right.”
Sam nodded in what he hoped looked like attentive listening and encouragement.
“And I know the basics like, you know, where stuff goes but I don’t know stuff, other stuff.” She looked at him with eyes begging to be understood.
Sam cleared his throat, rapidly continuing to lock down his core reaction until he felt it safe to proceed. “Ok. First and foremost Dana, you have to use protection.”
“Yes, that one I know.” She blushed a bit. “Sam, are all condoms the same? I mean how do I know what kind to buy? What kind do you use?”
Sam smiled the best he could manage. “I’ll get you some sweetie.” She definitely didn’t need to know that he and her father had never used one in all their years together.
“Are you sure you’re okay talking about this?”
“Yes Dana. We can talk about anything.” He meant it sincerely even though his entire being was screaming for him to tell her to stop.
“Good.” He felt her genuine relief flood over him. “Oh Sam, thank you.” Sam threw up a few more layers of suppression around his emotions and memories. This was important to her and he could and would damn well get through it.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.
“Yes.” She pulled at her hair some more. “No. Yes.” More hair pulling. “I love him and I want to do it,” she declared with a definitive nod of her head.
“Have you talked to Scott about it?” Sam thought he was doing pretty well, considering the swell of terror welling up behind his defenses.
She blushed. “He is so shy but yeah we’ve talked around it, you know, vaguely, teasing and stuff.” She flailed her hands again and then leaned forward. “Sam, what do guys like? I mean…what feels good?” She turned bright red.
“Not sure what you’re asking. Sex feels good Dana.”
“Oh lord. Ok, I’m just going to say it. A blowjob. Does it feel good to a guy?”
Sam swallowed and built up about ten more walls to keep the creeping memory of himself at seventeen, being forced to give blow jobs, one after another, complete subjugation, for hours on end.
Walls firmly back in place, he replied as evenly as possible, “Yes, it feels great. Don’t use teeth though or, if you do, only lightly to tease. Some guys like it to completion and some only as a warm-up. Ask him after you have him aroused to see what he prefers.”
She half-smiled, “Got it.”
“Um - do some guys reach, ya know, quickly?”
“Climax?” he prodded.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks were fire engine red.
“Don’t be embarrassed Dana. It’s a good question.” He sounded really supportive. “And yes, especially young guys.”
“I think Scott did once.” She covered her eyes and then removed her hands. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this. We were necking and I reached down, ya know, down there and rubbed a little bit and then he jumped away and looked really uncomfortable.”
Sam reached over and stroked her hair, swallowed deeply. Images of him being stroked repeatedly, unwanted, while tied down were creeping up and out. He slammed it down with a huge psychic slap.
“It can happen. But young guys recover quickly, really quickly, so it all balances out.” Sam thought that was good information but with a light touch. He deserved a medal.
It was silent between them for a minute. Sam was hoping they were done.
She broke the silence and asked, “Does it hurt? The first time?” She bit her lip, averted her eyes.
Sam grabbed his knee tight to create a pain reaction, to divert his brain. The memory of drugging and raping that poor virginal girl was bubbling up. He added more reinforcements for the wall, kept his face blank.
He managed, “Yes, it probably will hurt a little. You might bleed a little but I’m told it isn’t horrid and over quickly. Use some lubricant, that will help a lot. I’ll get you some of that too.” Sam amazed himself by the steadiness of his tone, considering he was cracking into tiny bits inside. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could cap his bitter memories before they poured over his psychic retaining walls.
She was shredding her napkin. She stopped and sipped her coffee. She kept her eyes looking down when she asked, “What if he wants to … you know.”
“No honey, I don’t know. If he wants to what?” Sam replied.
She fidgeted and whispered oh so softly, “Use his mouth on me?”
Sam grabbed his leg again, deflecting his reaction with the pain. “Does that bother you?”
“No, well, I don’t know.”
“Well, let him and if you don’t like it, divert him. Guys are pretty easily diverted.” He managed a smile. “Most women like it, lots.” Sam swallowed hard. “It creates direct contact and women tend to think it’s pretty great.”
“I just had to ask.” She exhaled. “Ok, since I asked that I’ll ask my last thing.” She really squirmed now, twisting her hair and her shoulders.
Sam thought, what could possibly be worse than what she had already asked? He regretted the thought immediately because, with Dana involved, you never ever thing that there can’t be something worse.
“Out with it, what last secret thing do you need to ask?”
She buried her head on her folded arms on the table and mumbled something.
“Can’t hear you hon.” Sam figured he could keep locked down maybe sixty more minutes, tops. He had to get this out of her and get them home.
Are orgasms different during intercourse?
Sam frowned, really had not expected this line of inquiry. Different from what?
She covered her head with her hands. Masturbation, different from doing it alone?
Sam cringed, physically and mentally, and he knew some of that leaked out. He could have gone his whole life without talking to her about this and been just fine, thank you very much.
Honey, I’m not a girl and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a girl but yeah, it’s a bit different. The penetration changes the experience, heightens it, more stimulation. Sometimes, girls still need some manual stimulation as well as penetration.
She had brought it up so he figured he had to ask.
Ok, I’m going to ask. Have you ever used anything for penetration?
He saw her shake her head ‘No’ and then she lifted up to look at him. “No. Erin is always going on about how great her dildo is but I just feel weird about it.”
Sam scrambled to lock down the image of the drawer in their room filled with sex toys and devices. That most certainly didn’t need to leak out.
He was curious about one thing. “Why not ask Erin? Isn’t that what girls do, ask other girls?”
Dana nodded, “Yeah, mostly. But, I trust you and knew you’d be great and give me good information.”
Sam felt a rush of parental love and pride. He thought, somewhere in this life of mine, I did manage to do something right.
Dean wandered into the house, reached out for Sam, met a solid wall. Dean frowned. Sam with a solid wall erected was always a horrible thing.
Dean headed upstairs to their room. “Sammy,” he said as he opened the bedroom door. No Sam.
He walked through the doorway and into the bedroom. No Sam.
He wandered into the bathroom and Sam was sitting in the corner, facing the wall, arms wrapped around his bent legs and head resting on the wall. He was rocking slightly, side to side.
Dean took a step to him while reaching mentally. Sam’s struggle to suppress a landslide of memories hit him hard. Sam managed to let him know that he was trying to protect Dana, that the wall was in place to trick Dana into thinking he was just resting.
Dean stopped and reached into his pocket for his phone. Hit speed dial. After a few seconds, he spoke into the phone. “Dad, call Dana and tell her you need her right now. Keep her out all night.” He paused. “No, can’t explain because I don’t know why actually. Just do it. Fast.” He clicked the phone shut.
Dean fought the urge to go to Sam. Instead he settled for, “I’ll be back Sam. Hold on. She’ll be gone in five minutes.”
Dean walked out their room and down the hall to Dana’s. He found her sitting on her bed reading a track magazine. “Hi Dana,” he said, very casually as her phone rang.
She half-waved at her Dad and popped open her phone. “Hi Papa.” She paused, listening. “Ok, yeah, sure. I can do that.” Hanging up she stood and reached for her sweater and coat. “Papa got a call from a hunter friend. Demon. Kid in trouble. Wants me to come and research with him.”
Dean rubbed his face. “Probably just wants some company. He’s getting squirrelly in his old age.” Dean paused and warned, “Don’t tell him I said that.”
Dana chuckled and flicked her hair. “It’ll cost you $20 to keep me quiet.” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a $20 and passed it to her. She kissed him on the cheek and bounced downstairs. “Can I take the Impala?” she yelled up at him.
“No.”
She laughed. “One of these days you should surprise me and say ‘Yes’.”
“Never gonna happen sweet pea,” he called down as he heard the door slam and lock behind her. That girl was incapable of closing a door without slamming it.
Dean ran back to Sam, listening for the SUV to start and drive off. Dean lowered himself next to Sam and carefully wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders. “Lower down Sam. I’ve got you.”
Dean felt Sam physically quiver and the floodgates burst open. Sam cried out in pain, a loud, long yell and fell over onto his left side, gripping his stomach. Images of sexual abuse poured out of him in a flurry, so many and so fast, Dean couldn’t even register one before the next one was slamming into him.
Dean threw up a shield and reached for Sam, pulling him in close to his body. Sam mildly convulsed, head to toe, and cried out again as if being whipped. Sam tried to reach toward the toilet but needed Dean’s help to move his body there. Sam hurled, body shaking. Dean held his head and rubbed his back. After five minutes, Sam seemed to calm. Dean reached for a towel and wiped the vomit, tears and sweat from Sam’s face.
“Ok baby. What was that about?” Dean asked in a soft voice.
“Put up walls and,” Sam paused, taking a few deep breaths. He rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. After a few minutes he continued, “Too much. Was too much to contain.”
He stopped then and moaned, reached for his head. Dean stroked his hair.
“Thanks. Getting her out of house. Thanks. She trusts me.” A sob erupted and Sam gasped for air. Dean felt Sam pull on his healing power to calm himself, still an odd thing, as the warmth flooded through him and he lifted his head. “She trusts me, am so happy for that.” He gulped air. “Can’t let her know.” Dean made quieting noises while Sam repeated, “She trusts me” over and over.
Dean whispered into Sam’s ear, “Let’s get you to the bed” and helped Sam to his feet, trying to provide mental focus to ground him. They stumbled but managed the short distance. Dean lowered Sam down. Sam rolled onto his side, curled up. Dean proceeded to undress him, unwrapping his long limbs from the tight curl until Sam was down to his blue boxer briefs. Dean stripped down to the same, laid down next to him and covered both of them up with the down comforter. Dean pressed his chest to Sam’s back and reached over to pull him in close.
Dean felt Sam working to lock down the images. Dean shook his head. “No Sam, No. Let it out, let them out,” and pushed to make Sam release. Images started to flood the connection between them. Sam being horrifically sexually abused and beaten and sexually abusing others in turn. They had no order. In one he was young, before the scars; in the next, he was at college. Time jumped back and forth, no pattern, just misery.
“Oh god,” Sam groaned. It continued for close to half an hour. When the images started to slow, Dean ran a hand over Sam’s sweat soaked brow and hair. “Come back to me baby.”
Sam slowly rolled over to face Dean. “Sorry. Couldn’t suppress any longer. Used everything I had to hold it back so she wouldn’t know.”
Dean looked into Sam’s eyes. “Ok, big guy - what does this have to do with Dana?”
Sam lowered his eyes. “Would you believe me when I tell you that you really, really don’t want me to answer that?”
Dean choked down a laugh. “Oh, I definitely believe that I don’t want to know. No Doubt. But, I pledged that we’re in this together. So, let’s hear it.”
Sam inhaled, stroked Dean’s face. “I love you.”
“I know you do Sammy. I love you too.” Dean squinted. “That bad, huh? That I need a reminder that you love me?”
Sam moved to get up. Dean grabbed his arm to hold him in place. “Just gonna rinse off. Be right back.” From the bathroom, he called out, “Prepare yourself. Remember - you’re a modern dad.”
Dean tried to pry it out of Sam’s head, but Sam shut him down. Sam shouted, “Nope. I’ll tell you, just give me a second.”
Dean stared at the ceiling, contemplating, preparing himself. How bad could it be? He was a modern dad. Actually, he resented the implication that he wasn’t. But, his thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Sam locking back down. “Stop it Sam.”
Dean jumped off the bed and hustled into the bathroom. Sam was leaning over the sink, toothbrush in hand, gulping for air. Half a dozen memories of brushing his teeth after being forced to perform ate away at him. Dean grabbed him, pried the toothbrush loose, dried Sam’s face and chest, walked him back to the bed, got them both back under the comforter.
Dean didn’t need to prompt, after a few minutes to calm himself, Sam spit it out. “Sex. She had questions about sex.”
Dean felt his temples pound and his blood pressure shoot up. He had faced down demons and cracked wise but right now all he could manage was, “Fuck.”
“Yes, that’s the general idea.”
“Not funny dude. So not funny.”
“You need to calm Dean. No good to me if you stroke out.”
Dean growled and sat up, “I’ll kill that fucking kid.”
“If you mean Scott, I don’t think this is his idea exactly.”
Dean’s jaw fell.
“Shock Dean? C’mon on. You got your first blow job at thirteen and the girl was twenty, for god’s sake. And she was riding your cock an hour later. Remember, modern dad.”
Dean acknowledged Sam’s words with a head bob.
“Have they done it?”
“No. But she’s ready and what boy says ‘No’ to that offer? So, I suspect soon.”
“I’m sending her away,” Dean announced.
Sam felt the memory of being sent to another family at sixteen to be used as a sex toy for the summer slam into him. He gasped and Dean reached for him as Sam’s head fell forward, truth dawning with a sickening thud. “Oh lord. All of this? You listened to her and locked this all down to cope. Yes?”
Sam gave a slight bob of his head.
“What was she thinking? She knows your teenage years. She knows. How could she?” Dean flushed with instant fury.
Sam shook his head, put his hands on Dean’s shoulders. “She doesn’t really. Doesn’t realize how much it triggers.” He gulped air and poked at the healing power once more. The memories were bad, but Dana was so much more important. Sam lifted his head, eyes gleaming. “She asked me because she trusts me.” Tears fell again. “Means the world to me that she feels that.”
Dean laid back down and pulled Sam’s head to his chest, ran his fingers through his hair. After a quiet few minutes, Dean said, “Ok, I can be a modern dad. What did she want to know?”
“You should be proud of her Dean. Really good questions, thoughtful, considerate. It was hard for her to ask too but she did.”
Dean considered that. He had plunged head long into sex, so many partners, so many back rooms and hidden corners, even fucking Sam had been rash, head strong. He did feel glad that it was different and better for her, that it would mean something. Then he realized, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Dean, baby. Isn’t it enough to know that she didn’t just plunge into it and thought about it, asked? You don’t want the details dude.”
“Yes. I do.”
Sam managed a little laugh. “Ok. She masturbates.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ Sam! Warn a guy.” Dean whacked Sam on the head, hard. “Christ!”
“I did warn you.” Sam smirked. “You deserved that.”
“No father ever deserves that, you ass.”
“Ok, I’ll give you the reader’s digest version. She wanted to know about condoms, oral sex, quick ejaculation, pain the first time, intercourse orgasm v. masturbation orgasm.” Sam rubbed his nose. “That about covers it.”
Dean shook his head, gave Sam an admiring look. “How the hell did you survive that? Fuck, without the psychic shit it stirs up for you, I couldn’t have survived that.”
Sam said, “She told me she trusted me.” Dean stroked Sam’s hair.
“You get Father of the Year dude.” Then Dean felt something else stir in Sam, something gentle, not a bad memory but definitely a memory that Sam was clinging to, tightly. He poked at it and Sam shied back, a blush creeping over his face.
“What is that Sam?”
“It’s - it’s us…” Sam was clearly embarrassed, holding the memory away from Dean. “It’s silly, just, it’s just what I consider my first time.” Sam’s face went from pink to red.
“Let me see it,” Dean stroked Sam’s stomach, prodding him to let it go.
The memory of the first time Dean had topped, after Sam had returned to them flowed over them. It was before this connection between them existed, their relationship not as certain. Dean had held him down and penetrated him. Sam hadn’t bottomed in years before that and never willingly. Dean felt Sam’s terror, desire, lust and love. “My first time Dean, to me, my first time.” Sam shook his head, like he couldn’t believe he was saying that out loud.
Dean clutched him close, kissed him fervently. “Baby, when you came that night, I had never been so happy to see someone else orgasm. Never. You trusted me. And that meant everything.”
Dean kissed Sam again, buried his tongue in his throat while rubbing his back. Sam responded, pulled Dean close, passing the details of his “first” time over their link.
Dean pulled out of their kiss. “Gonna fuck you now Sammy. You need to let go of everything you’ve locked down. Not gonna let you come until you do, all of it. You’re gonna scream for me Sammy.”
Sam flushed, looked stunned and…stunning…and maybe a little apprehensive.
“Do I need to tie you down?”
Sam shook his head. “Not tonight Dean. Please no.”
“Ok, but don’t fight me.” Dean got up then and crossed the room, reached into the third dresser drawer. Pulled out a few items, careful not to let Sam see, walked back to the bed. Pulled off his boxer briefs, displaying his erect cock. Reached down and stripped Sam, kissed his belly, bit it lightly.
“Don’t fight me Sam. Just trust me. We’re going to get you to let go of every ounce of that wall.”
Dean entered Sam’s mind and sent a scorching image of Sam moaning and writhing, calling Dean’s name. Sam moaned in response. Dean bent over a prone Sam, stretched his length on top of him, inhaled Sam’s scent.
“Love you. Gonna make you scream” and bit Sam’s shoulder hard, sucked, ground their hips together. Sam yelped, lifted his head up off the bed, reached for Dean’s head and gripped it.
Dean lifted his head, hips grinding cock to cock, felt Sam harden, reached for Sam’s mouth with his. They kissed, tongues licking into each other’s mouths, possessive, hungry.
Dean pulled up his head but kept grinding, applying steady pressure to Sam’s cock. Then he scooted down Sam’s body, kissing and licking until his mouth pressed against the base of Sam’s dick. He licked his way up, and teased the tip and Sam writhed.
“Like that Sammy? Want me to suck you?” Dean bit then, gently. Sam hardened even more. “I asked, you want me to suck you?” He slapped Sam’s thigh.
“Please,” Sam breathed out.
Dean’s lip touched Sam’s balls, licked, blew on them, then pulled them into his mouth. Sam’s cock leaked. “You’re leaking Sammy. Guess you’re interested?”
“Suck please.” Sam’s head came off the pillow and he eyed Dean as he licked again.
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to form words baby.”
A groan. Dean pulled Sam’s cock head into his mouth and sucked hard, pulled off, pinched Sam’s balls. Another groan. Mouth back on Sam’s dick, going deep into Dean’s throat then sucking up and nearly off. Dean reached down to the foot of the bed for one of the items, keeping Sam’s dick in his mouth.
Then Dean snapped a cock ring onto Sam, in one smooth move.
Sam muttered, “What the hell?” and tried to sit up.
“I said you don’t get to come until you’ve released all that internal crap. The ring will help, keep you in line,.”
“Dean. No. Take it off.”
“Shhh baby, shhh,” Dean whispered and sucked hard. Sam flopped back down.
Sam might have verbally said ‘No’ but the cock ring’s presence was making his cock weep. Dean licked the fluid onto his tongue and lifted up and deposited it from his tongue to Sam’s lips.
“Lick it Sam.”
Sam ran his tongue over his lips.
“Taste good baby?”
Sam nodded, eyes blown. “Want to come Dean. Please,” he whined.
“No baby. We haven’t even started.”
Sam cried out then, mostly impatience. His fists beat on the bed beside him.
“You’re getting the idea. Want to hear you cry and beg and plead.”
Sam writhed.
Dean scooted down to the end of the bed, put lube on his fingers. He grinned playfully at Sam who switched tactics and demanded, “Tell me what you’re going to do Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “No baby. Just lay back and experience it. I’m driving here. Gonna make you scream.”
And Dean inserted, roughly, one slick finger into Sam. Sam moaned, his head tilting back, his hips shifting. Dean pulled it out and circled Sam’s hole, then harshly pushed it back in, circled it around, pulled it out. He bent down to suck Sam. Sam pushed his hips up, trying for more friction. Dean held him down, pushed two fingers inside.
Sam’s cock was bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. “Let it go Sammy. No holding it in.”
Dean scissored his fingers and then rubbed Sam’s prostate. Sam yelled, “Fuck. Need to be fucked. Please. God. Let me. Fuck.”
“Good boy.” Dean petted his leg, kissed over the tender skin of his thigh. “More yelling baby.”
Without any warning, Dean inserted a dildo into Sam, pushed it in all the way without sufficient preparation but with lots of lube. Dean had purchased it fairly recently, hadn’t told Sam. Sam screamed at the unexpected intrusion, writhed trying to get it out, pushing his hips up, pulling them back.
Dean eased it out and slammed it back in. Sam yelled as it hit him in the right spot. Dean eased it back and forth, massaging Sam’s prostate with the toy. Sam’s head was rolling side to side. He was emitting a low moan, hands over his eyes.
Dean kept the dildo rocking back and forth and lowered his mouth down onto Sam’s cock and sucked it down until his lips hit the cock ring.
Sam screamed, “Please baby please fuck please.”
Pulling off Sam’s cock, he replied, “Not yet Sam.”
Dean grabbed Sam’s hips and eased him over onto his belly, nudged him up onto his knees. Leaned down and bit Sam’s ass, hard, sucked at the mark. Petted his stomach, ran his fingers through Sam’s pubic hair. Sam hung his head. His cock was dangling, hugely engorged.
“That looks like it hurts baby.”
“Hurts Dean. Hurts. Need to Come. Take it off. Pleasedeanpleasewantmakeme comeplease.” Desperate pleas, cracked voice.
Dean pulled out the dildo, hanging obscenely from Sam’s ass, ran his tongue down Sam’s crack, licked at the hole. Sam yelled, pushed his ass up higher into the air. “Love that ass Sammy. Love that hole. So beautiful, all stretched.” Dean inserted a finger and wiggled it around. Bent down and kissed and licked the hole while reaching down to the toys, selecting one. Then, he inserted a butt plug, their favorite one, the one that seemed to hit Sam’s prostate perfectly.
“Please Dean. No more. Lemme come. Pleasedeanlemmecomeplease.”
“No baby. Need you to scream.”
Dean turned on the switch onto low and watched Sam shiver, head to toe, then lower himself to hump the mattress.
“No baby.” Dean lifted Sam’s hips and crawled underneath Sam’s legs, mouth below Sam’s stiff cock. “You’re gonna fuck my mouth Sammy.”
“Takeitoffdeanpleaseplease.”
“No baby.”
Dean reached for Sam’s hip and lowered him down so that Sam’s dick ran over his tongue and half way down his throat. He closed his mouth and sucked hard while flicking the switch to high.
Sam yelled and started to pump his hips fast and furious, while repeating a mantra of “Fuck”.
Dean opened his throat and felt Sam’s pre-come trickle down. Dean reached for his own cock and stroked but let go. He was too close and wanted Sam screaming, wanted Sam to lose himself, before he climaxed.
Sam was muttering nonsense now, hips thrusting madly, abusing Dean’s mouth. Dean reached up and grabbed Sam’s nipples with his fingers, pinched hard.
Dean opened his mind. Let it go baby. Let it all out. Fuck me senseless. And then he felt Sam snap, the wall shattered into shards, flying in tiny pieces and evaporating. Sam pulled his dick out of Dean’s mouth and buried his head in the pillow and screamed, from his core, primal and deep.
Dean undid the cock ring and Sam instantly shot thick streams of come all over Dean’s chest. The screaming deepened, Sam’s body shook.
“Good boy. Really good.”
Dean turned off the butt plug and scooted out from beneath Sam who instantly collapsed on the bed, his limbs quivering.
Pulling Sam toward him, Dean entered his ass slowly. “Gonna fuck you down Sammy. Just relax. Enjoy.”
Dean reached for him mentally and felt Sam floating in a haze, a warm, sated, relaxed puddle. “Got all the bad out, huh, Sammy?” As he eased his hips back and forth, one hand stroking his brother’s belly and the other his ass, Dean closed his eyes and brought back the image of Sam’s cock exploding and the sound of Sam screaming in release. Dean growled and came hard, flooding Sam’s ass with come.
He lowered himself, still inside Sam, onto Sam’s back. You’re a great fuck my love, a great fuck.
Two Days Later
Dean walked into Dana’s room and plopped himself into the recliner.
Dana turned her eyes from the computer monitor to look his way.
“I want you to know I’m proud of you.”
He saw the confusion on her face. She reached to figure out what he meant and turned red as she hit on it. “Oh god.” She covered her face with her hands. “Sam talked to you.”
“Not in any detail,” he reassured. “But, in general terms, yes. And I am proud that you’ve thought about sex and not just jumped at it.”
He stopped, cleared his throat. He thought he was prepared for this but it was still hard to let go of your little girl, in any way.
“Always remember that you can tell Sam or me anything and ask any question at any time. No topic off limits.”
She smiled at him. “Thanks Dad.”
He managed a supportive smile. “And always be safe. If he tries anything you don’t like or want, smack the shit out of him.” He passed her a bag and walked out of the room.
Dana opened it and found a box of Trojans, some K-Y and a book about a girl’s first time.