Re: FILLED- Chasing Away The Monsters 3/4jasmineislandOctober 14 2011, 02:38:43 UTC
When Sam sat up with his back to Dean, the older man reached out and took his shoulder. “I wish I could, too, baby boy.” “I just…. I keep getting these flashes- memories. People, places, all the shit I did before-“ A flash of pain crossed Dean’s face. “I’m sorry. Had to be hard for you.” “It’s okay. Wasn’t you. And he was such a dick I didn’t want to fuck him.” “All the women. Men. The shit he did-“ “He never…” Dean hated to ask, but if there was something else Sam was wanted by the police for, he needed to know. “never… forced anyone-“ “No. They were all willing.” Tears finally came and Sam sniffed a bit. “Everyone involved was willing. Except me.” Jesus. For the first time Dean thought about that. It must feel like another kind of rape to Sam. Leaning up behind his brother, he leaned his forehead against the broad shoulders. “I wish I could fix this.” “I just… fuck, Dean. I remember it. Even…..” He shrugged. “Even remembering him jerking off it feels…. It was my hand, but it wasn’t. Christ, I can’t even explain that one. All I know is I can’t even touch my own dick to take a piss without thinking about it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for all of this.” “Don’t. You keep telling me it wasn’t me, well you had even less to do with it then I did.” Now those eyes were full of tears and guilt. “I’m sorry. I want you so fucking much and it just….. Shit.” Dean realized he could work with this. Moving back up to the headboard, he opened his arms. “Come here, kiddo.” Sam wiped his eyes and moved into his brother’s arms again. Starting with gentle kisses, Dean traced the sharp jawline. “Let me chase away all the monsters, baby boy.” “Please, Dean.” It was a soft plea, almost a whimper. Smiling, Dean kissed his brother gently while his hands covered every inch of chiseled muscle before moving down his arms then back up to his shoulders. His palm slid over hard nipples, but not squeezing, just playing gently. Followed quickly by his tongue, which caused Sam to arch into his touch. Miles of skin to cover, calloused fingers tracing the familiar lines. A touch of his tongue to a sensitive spot on Sam’s ribs with a soft laugh at the twitch he got as a reward. He nipped softly, judging from Sam’s reactions that he was getting his little brother right where he wanted him. Sam’s entire world narrowed down to where his brother’s hands were going next. Dean knew every spot on his body that made the blood rush through his veins. Another nip to the ribs and he arched. Fingers tracing over his hips made his pelvis twitch. His dick was practically begging for friction, but a part of him was afraid it would stop if Dean’s hand actually went there. So he laid back, literally basking in the attention the man he loved was giving him.
Re: FILLED- Chasing Away The Monsters 4/4jasmineislandOctober 14 2011, 02:39:13 UTC
When every muscle, except one, relaxed, Dean decided it was time. He eased Sam up on his side so they were facing each other. “Look at me.” Their eyes met. “Look. At. Me. This is me. Us. No one, nothing, has any part of this but us. Do you know that?” “Yes.” Dean kissed him. “Just us.” He kept his face inches away from his brother’s. “Just me. Taking care of you like I always do.” With one hand, Dean caressed Sam’s face, kissing him with a question that his brother answered by opening to him. He literally caressed the inside of Sam’s mouth with his tongue as he had the rest of that long, muscular body with his hands. Taking the chance, Dean slid his other hand over Sam’s hip and gently gripped the hard cock that was almost pinned between them. With an almost cry, Sam pulled back and looked at him. But the look on his face wasn’t panic, and Dean gripped him tighter. “Look at me, baby boy. This is us. Nobody else. Nobody else will EVER touch you again. I promise.” Nodding, Sam moved to Dean and their mouths met in a frantic, desperate kiss. Sam’s hips jerked into his hand, and he twisted his wrist a bit again, this time feeling every muscle in his brother’s body go taunt. With everything that had been going on in Sam’s mind, this release was a long time coming and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out. “Dean, I’m… can’t wait…..” “Don’t wait. Been long enough for you.” A bit firmer grip with a quick twist and it was over. Shouting his brother’s name, Sam’s body gave in to the overpowering orgasm and he shook. As soon as Dean released his now very sensitive dick Sam moved against him and buried his face in his brother’s neck. “You okay?” Responding to the low, and slightly worried tone, Sam nodded. “Right this minute, I’m fine. You chased them all away.” They both knew it wasn’t over. The monsters would be back. But now they had a way to at least keep them at bay for a while.
“I just…. I keep getting these flashes- memories. People, places, all the shit I did before-“ A flash of pain crossed Dean’s face. “I’m sorry. Had to be hard for you.”
“It’s okay. Wasn’t you. And he was such a dick I didn’t want to fuck him.”
“All the women. Men. The shit he did-“
“He never…” Dean hated to ask, but if there was something else Sam was wanted by the police for, he needed to know. “never… forced anyone-“
“No. They were all willing.” Tears finally came and Sam sniffed a bit. “Everyone involved was willing. Except me.”
Jesus. For the first time Dean thought about that. It must feel like another kind of rape to Sam. Leaning up behind his brother, he leaned his forehead against the broad shoulders. “I wish I could fix this.”
“I just… fuck, Dean. I remember it. Even…..” He shrugged. “Even remembering him jerking off it feels…. It was my hand, but it wasn’t. Christ, I can’t even explain that one. All I know is I can’t even touch my own dick to take a piss without thinking about it.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for all of this.”
“Don’t. You keep telling me it wasn’t me, well you had even less to do with it then I did.” Now those eyes were full of tears and guilt. “I’m sorry. I want you so fucking much and it just….. Shit.”
Dean realized he could work with this. Moving back up to the headboard, he opened his arms. “Come here, kiddo.”
Sam wiped his eyes and moved into his brother’s arms again. Starting with gentle kisses, Dean traced the sharp jawline. “Let me chase away all the monsters, baby boy.”
“Please, Dean.” It was a soft plea, almost a whimper.
Smiling, Dean kissed his brother gently while his hands covered every inch of chiseled muscle before moving down his arms then back up to his shoulders. His palm slid over hard nipples, but not squeezing, just playing gently. Followed quickly by his tongue, which caused Sam to arch into his touch. Miles of skin to cover, calloused fingers tracing the familiar lines. A touch of his tongue to a sensitive spot on Sam’s ribs with a soft laugh at the twitch he got as a reward. He nipped softly, judging from Sam’s reactions that he was getting his little brother right where he wanted him.
Sam’s entire world narrowed down to where his brother’s hands were going next. Dean knew every spot on his body that made the blood rush through his veins. Another nip to the ribs and he arched. Fingers tracing over his hips made his pelvis twitch. His dick was practically begging for friction, but a part of him was afraid it would stop if Dean’s hand actually went there. So he laid back, literally basking in the attention the man he loved was giving him.
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Their eyes met.
“Look. At. Me. This is me. Us. No one, nothing, has any part of this but us. Do you know that?”
“Yes.”
Dean kissed him. “Just us.” He kept his face inches away from his brother’s. “Just me. Taking care of you like I always do.”
With one hand, Dean caressed Sam’s face, kissing him with a question that his brother answered by opening to him. He literally caressed the inside of Sam’s mouth with his tongue as he had the rest of that long, muscular body with his hands. Taking the chance, Dean slid his other hand over Sam’s hip and gently gripped the hard cock that was almost pinned between them.
With an almost cry, Sam pulled back and looked at him. But the look on his face wasn’t panic, and Dean gripped him tighter. “Look at me, baby boy. This is us. Nobody else. Nobody else will EVER touch you again. I promise.”
Nodding, Sam moved to Dean and their mouths met in a frantic, desperate kiss. Sam’s hips jerked into his hand, and he twisted his wrist a bit again, this time feeling every muscle in his brother’s body go taunt. With everything that had been going on in Sam’s mind, this release was a long time coming and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out.
“Dean, I’m… can’t wait…..”
“Don’t wait. Been long enough for you.” A bit firmer grip with a quick twist and it was over.
Shouting his brother’s name, Sam’s body gave in to the overpowering orgasm and he shook. As soon as Dean released his now very sensitive dick Sam moved against him and buried his face in his brother’s neck.
“You okay?”
Responding to the low, and slightly worried tone, Sam nodded. “Right this minute, I’m fine. You chased them all away.”
They both knew it wasn’t over. The monsters would be back. But now they had a way to at least keep them at bay for a while.
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Very sweet and sexy...Thank you!
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