Famished / Part 1 / Wincest / NC-17
Title: Famished
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: All that matters is that there are days when Sam likes to be a fuck-toy, and Dean is more than willing to play along.
Warnings: Toys, comeplay, fisting (in later parts), subconscious mentions of medical play. Sam being a total come slut.
Notes: This is going to be a three parter, I reckon. Wrote it as bottom!Sam because quite frankly, I'm a little sick of bottom!Dean. :P Not beta-ed, so any mistakes are mine alone. Banner, as usual, was made by me. Please don't use it anywhere else.
Disclaimer: Fandom only wishes it were real.
Part One
It starts with a dream and a slight shift. A 3am piss because he'd drunk too much at Smiley's Roadhouse Grill. Forcing his mind back down to deep sleep when he's back under the flimsy sheet again, Dean's outline clear in the moonlight.
Tan skin takes shape in his mind's eye; Strong shoulders, defined biceps, a smooth, muscular back. He traces the familiar tattoo with his tongue and finds an identical touch on his own body, further down where he always needs it most.
In the dark of the dingey motel room, his hand presses against a growing erection, grip loose in the undercurrent of sleep, Sam's body needing pleasure both mental and physical.
The room in the dream is bursting full of sunlight as he's raised up, spread as though in a doctor's bed and licked from head to hole with laving, wet strokes of a soft tongue. He can see every vein in his cock pulsing with blood, filling every last inch until he's so hard that he rests flat against his stomach. Everything between his legs is deliciously soaked and it only gets better as he's penetrated by something cold and coated in lube. It stretches him wide and he can feel cool air hit his insides. He moans softly as a sudden rush of warmth gets dripped into his willing hole, the sensation causing his ass to lift and his legs to spread wide back in reality.
Sam's dreams last well into the morning, when Dean finally wakes, takes his own piss and comes back into the room with the intention of making coffee. One look and all thought of caffeine disappears as Dean takes in Sam's position on the bed with a hungry smile.
On his stomach, ass up in the air, legs spread like a whore and both hands fisted lazily around his cock, Sam is the poster boy for slow, slick sex. Even sound asleep, he's begging for it and Dean knows that today is going to end with both of them messy and completely sated.
They'd stopped bothering with boxers in bed years ago and now both prefer the buff to any material that can hinder them in their morning exploits under the sheets. Sam's nude form is sleep-warm, muscles slack and willing; just how Dean likes it.
Crawling slowly up the mattress that squeaks louder than Bobby's old minivan, Dean presses feather-light kisses to the back of Sam's thigh, his mouth moving slowly up the soft skin. Back still lifted so his ass is lifted up obscenely, Sam mumbles a soft 'Dean', his tone making it clear that he's still very much asleep.
Emboldened by Sam's speech, Dean's kisses veer right, towards the tight ring of muscle so ready and exposed to him. He sucks gently on the searing skin before letting his tongue peek out to bathe Sam's hole. Sam shudders, his legs splaying out just enough to give to his own big hands room to stroke and tug his cock in a rhythm that has Dean's mouth watering.
“Wish you could see how hot you look right now, Sammy.” Dean whispers against the now-wet entrance, his tongue darting out on each syllable before he pushes it through the ring of muscle slowly.
He can't keep the smile off his face at the soft, happy sigh that escapes Sam when he's penetrated; His brother has always been a slut when it comes to getting rimmed and this morning is no exception. Sam pushes back wantonly, hands stilling on his cock as though it's too sensitive for a moment.
“Use me...all yours...always...” Sam seems to be reading Dean's mind because Dean is already thinking of breaking out the big guns on this, their day off.
Ever since they were old enough to go on hunts alone, Sam has shown a penchant for wanting to be owned. Dean didn't psychoanalyze it then and he's certainly not going to now; All that matters is that there are days when Sam likes to be a fuck-toy, and Dean is more than willing to play along.
His tongue pushes deeper, circling inside to coat every last spot with saliva. Dean likes rimming Sam as much as Sam likes receiving it. It shows in the way his face is stuffed between Sam's ample cheeks, in the groans he reverberates against the sweet hole he's tongue-fucking and how hard his cock gets in the process. Sam's ass rocks side to side as Dean's tongue wiggles inside, tip pressing into different spots to elicit all the nerves. Dean gets harder and starts leaking precome like it's going out of style.
“Gonna need some lube today, Sammy.” He mentions as he reaches over to the nightstand for the pump bottle they've switched to because it makes squirting it inside much easier. The lube's thicker than the usual runny stuff that most stores sell and Dean thinks for the fortieth time just how good an investment the brand they're using now has been.
Tongue between his teeth, he uses a drop of the lube to slick the nozzle and then pushes it into Sam's greedy hole, waiting for any sign that he may be waking up. When all he gets is a little snort, Dean brings the rest of the bottle up to meet the mouth and watches as Sam's body reacts strongly to the sudden cold. He brings one hand up to ease Sam back down just a bit, palms gliding over spine in one smooth glide.
“Gotta get you ready. You're gonna take a lot today.” Dean explains as he slicks up a finger and then pushes it inside with a satisfyingly wet 'pop'. The sound reminds him of the first time he and Sam went past kissing and the occasional handjob in the morning. Circle K inn was blessedly quiet as Dean had fucked Sam into the mattress over and over, the screams of pleasure immense.
Sam purrs, much to Dean's amusement as he uses one long finger to spread the lube inside. Dean doesn't use too much; Sam's going to be taking every single load he has today and there needs to be just enough friction so that he feels the first few releases splashing into his body. He knows that Sam loves the feeling and he'll never deny him the pleasure.
Dean's finger slips out, rubbing some of the slick on the outside, covering it just as he'd done inside. One digit becomes two and soon, Dean's stretching Sam's ass enough to let a long string of spit slide down the dividing interior wall that divides cock from hole. Neither of them can suppress soft moans of arousal at the sensation and the sight of the saliva disappearing inside Sam's body.
When he's sure Sam's good and slick, Dean gets into position, cock lining up so that he'll be thrusting damn near parallel to the bed instead of going in from a higher or lower angle; It's the easiest way to go slow until Sam's fully awake and begging for a good hard fuck.
He watches as the opening first resists and then secedes to the fat head of his straining cock. Hissing softly, his own sensation is interrupted by Sam's eyes cracking open and a long, low moan escaping his throat.
“Morning, Sammy.” Dean whispers fondly, his eyes falling back to where his cock is stretching Sam gently.
“Morning.” Sam manages on a breathless grin, adjusting so both of them have more room.
“Gonna use me, today, Dean? Make me your toy all day? Keep me however you want, ready for your come?” Sam adds after a moment, his head lolling down to look between his legs, just barely able to make out Dean's shaft pressing in.
“You're mine today. Gonna keep you plugged up between rounds, and you're taking anything I put inside you when I feel like it. Gonna fuck you when I want, where I want, and that includes the side of the road.” Dean explains as he begins a lazy rhythm, marveling at how wet his cock comes out on each successive thrust. Years ago, Sam would've balked at the idea of public sex, but now he relishes it and loves the idea of someone watching them go at it like dogs in heat.
Precome leaks into Sam as Dean keeps the thrusts slow and sensual, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out so he can feel every last ridge of cock sliding against his sensitive passage. It's only when Sam unintentionally squeezes around him that Dean begins to shift, knowing all too well the signal alerting him that Sam wants to be bred. Every morning Sam will beg for a load in his ass, squeezing Dean's cock like a vice and almost acting as though he needs the spunk to get on with his day. Dean has coffee and Sam has...sperm.
Crouching over his brother's larger frame, Dean catches his hips in both his hands before cocking back and pistoning his hips forward. Sam's eyes snap open again and he lets out a choked sound, surprised by the sudden force behind the penetration.
Dean doesn't give him time to think; He ruts in, using the same pace animals would as he holds tight to Sam's hip bones.
“Fuck! Oh god, give it to me, Dean! Fuck me!” Sam cries out, his fists squeezing hard around his cock, unwilling to come so quickly.
Dean licks his lips and doubles the pace, his sac slapping against Sam's with that hot, wet smacking sound as he rams in and out at a blinding pace. Sam, for his part, can only keep his jaw slack as he hangs onto the bed, taking each thrust with the tiniest of gasps.
He can feel he's close when his balls start to tighten up, pull closer to the base of his cock in readiness. Dean gives Sam their customary warning spank and then goes back to plunging deep into his brother's ass, moaning and loving every second of it.
Sam can hear Dean cry out his name in the otherwise-silent hotel, but any thought leaves him when he feels the first thick spurt of come coating his insides. He stays still while Dean empties into him, his own cock forgotten as he white-knuckles the sheets, feeling his passage already starting to fill.
-----
Sam's moving to get up after Dean's third load, but a hand at the small of his back stops him, Dean grinning ear to ear.
“Stay right there, but flip over. Wanna see you.”
He does as he's told and lets everything adjust; his cock comes up to rest against his abs, all the spunk inside of him slides around and slicks over his prostate and his thigh muscles loosen from their once-tensed pose. Sam's been in heaven since before he woke up this morning and if the thin spread of lube over the plug Dean is holding is anything to judge on, he'll be there for the rest of the day.
Dean bows his head as he presses the soft tip of the plug to Sam's hole, his obscene, perfectly-bowed lips opening to swallow his brother's cock as he inserts the toy to the hilt. Sam's body stretches out like a big cat at the pressure and the heated slick of Dean's mouth, his eyes falling closed as he rakes in the pleasure with a little whimper that's all arousal. The pop of the plug's flared base passing Sam's entrance makes him moan, shooting a lazy smile down at Dean who manages to smile back with a mouth full of cock.
A gasp ricochets around the room when Dean sneaks two fingers in along with the plug, fucking Sam for a bit with all three implements. Watching wide eyed, Sam can barely get out Dean's name as his brother dips his head again and sucks hard on the swollen tip of his cock. Sam comes without warning, enough to fill Dean's mouth and throat. Somehow, Dean manages to keep his fingers in place even with his brother's hips snapping up towards the ceiling. Miraculously, Sam doesn't break Dean's nose with the same move on his second spray of come.
It's Dean's turn to moan as his brother's sperm fills his mouth, bitter and hot, but all Sam. He takes the first spurt without even bothering to keep it in his mouth; the rest pools on his tongue as he focuses on sucking Sam dry.
Sam pants and laughs softly as he watches Dean choke just a bit on all the come before swallowing it down. Sam's noises turn into sighs as Dean licks him clean, their eyes locked together, a look of fondness and hunger passing between two sets of green eyes..
Finally pulling back, Dean wipes his mouth with the back of one hand, eyeing Sam the same way he would when they were younger and Sam was holding up their checkout from one nameless motel or another..
“Get dressed, let's hit the road.”
They've got a free day and Dean doesn't want to waste a second.
PART TWO
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: All that matters is that there are days when Sam likes to be a fuck-toy, and Dean is more than willing to play along.
Warnings: Toys, comeplay, fisting (in later parts), subconscious mentions of medical play. Sam being a total come slut.
Notes: This is going to be a three parter, I reckon. Wrote it as bottom!Sam because quite frankly, I'm a little sick of bottom!Dean. :P Not beta-ed, so any mistakes are mine alone. Banner, as usual, was made by me. Please don't use it anywhere else.
Disclaimer: Fandom only wishes it were real.
Part One
It starts with a dream and a slight shift. A 3am piss because he'd drunk too much at Smiley's Roadhouse Grill. Forcing his mind back down to deep sleep when he's back under the flimsy sheet again, Dean's outline clear in the moonlight.
Tan skin takes shape in his mind's eye; Strong shoulders, defined biceps, a smooth, muscular back. He traces the familiar tattoo with his tongue and finds an identical touch on his own body, further down where he always needs it most.
In the dark of the dingey motel room, his hand presses against a growing erection, grip loose in the undercurrent of sleep, Sam's body needing pleasure both mental and physical.
The room in the dream is bursting full of sunlight as he's raised up, spread as though in a doctor's bed and licked from head to hole with laving, wet strokes of a soft tongue. He can see every vein in his cock pulsing with blood, filling every last inch until he's so hard that he rests flat against his stomach. Everything between his legs is deliciously soaked and it only gets better as he's penetrated by something cold and coated in lube. It stretches him wide and he can feel cool air hit his insides. He moans softly as a sudden rush of warmth gets dripped into his willing hole, the sensation causing his ass to lift and his legs to spread wide back in reality.
Sam's dreams last well into the morning, when Dean finally wakes, takes his own piss and comes back into the room with the intention of making coffee. One look and all thought of caffeine disappears as Dean takes in Sam's position on the bed with a hungry smile.
On his stomach, ass up in the air, legs spread like a whore and both hands fisted lazily around his cock, Sam is the poster boy for slow, slick sex. Even sound asleep, he's begging for it and Dean knows that today is going to end with both of them messy and completely sated.
They'd stopped bothering with boxers in bed years ago and now both prefer the buff to any material that can hinder them in their morning exploits under the sheets. Sam's nude form is sleep-warm, muscles slack and willing; just how Dean likes it.
Crawling slowly up the mattress that squeaks louder than Bobby's old minivan, Dean presses feather-light kisses to the back of Sam's thigh, his mouth moving slowly up the soft skin. Back still lifted so his ass is lifted up obscenely, Sam mumbles a soft 'Dean', his tone making it clear that he's still very much asleep.
Emboldened by Sam's speech, Dean's kisses veer right, towards the tight ring of muscle so ready and exposed to him. He sucks gently on the searing skin before letting his tongue peek out to bathe Sam's hole. Sam shudders, his legs splaying out just enough to give to his own big hands room to stroke and tug his cock in a rhythm that has Dean's mouth watering.
“Wish you could see how hot you look right now, Sammy.” Dean whispers against the now-wet entrance, his tongue darting out on each syllable before he pushes it through the ring of muscle slowly.
He can't keep the smile off his face at the soft, happy sigh that escapes Sam when he's penetrated; His brother has always been a slut when it comes to getting rimmed and this morning is no exception. Sam pushes back wantonly, hands stilling on his cock as though it's too sensitive for a moment.
“Use me...all yours...always...” Sam seems to be reading Dean's mind because Dean is already thinking of breaking out the big guns on this, their day off.
Ever since they were old enough to go on hunts alone, Sam has shown a penchant for wanting to be owned. Dean didn't psychoanalyze it then and he's certainly not going to now; All that matters is that there are days when Sam likes to be a fuck-toy, and Dean is more than willing to play along.
His tongue pushes deeper, circling inside to coat every last spot with saliva. Dean likes rimming Sam as much as Sam likes receiving it. It shows in the way his face is stuffed between Sam's ample cheeks, in the groans he reverberates against the sweet hole he's tongue-fucking and how hard his cock gets in the process. Sam's ass rocks side to side as Dean's tongue wiggles inside, tip pressing into different spots to elicit all the nerves. Dean gets harder and starts leaking precome like it's going out of style.
“Gonna need some lube today, Sammy.” He mentions as he reaches over to the nightstand for the pump bottle they've switched to because it makes squirting it inside much easier. The lube's thicker than the usual runny stuff that most stores sell and Dean thinks for the fortieth time just how good an investment the brand they're using now has been.
Tongue between his teeth, he uses a drop of the lube to slick the nozzle and then pushes it into Sam's greedy hole, waiting for any sign that he may be waking up. When all he gets is a little snort, Dean brings the rest of the bottle up to meet the mouth and watches as Sam's body reacts strongly to the sudden cold. He brings one hand up to ease Sam back down just a bit, palms gliding over spine in one smooth glide.
“Gotta get you ready. You're gonna take a lot today.” Dean explains as he slicks up a finger and then pushes it inside with a satisfyingly wet 'pop'. The sound reminds him of the first time he and Sam went past kissing and the occasional handjob in the morning. Circle K inn was blessedly quiet as Dean had fucked Sam into the mattress over and over, the screams of pleasure immense.
Sam purrs, much to Dean's amusement as he uses one long finger to spread the lube inside. Dean doesn't use too much; Sam's going to be taking every single load he has today and there needs to be just enough friction so that he feels the first few releases splashing into his body. He knows that Sam loves the feeling and he'll never deny him the pleasure.
Dean's finger slips out, rubbing some of the slick on the outside, covering it just as he'd done inside. One digit becomes two and soon, Dean's stretching Sam's ass enough to let a long string of spit slide down the dividing interior wall that divides cock from hole. Neither of them can suppress soft moans of arousal at the sensation and the sight of the saliva disappearing inside Sam's body.
When he's sure Sam's good and slick, Dean gets into position, cock lining up so that he'll be thrusting damn near parallel to the bed instead of going in from a higher or lower angle; It's the easiest way to go slow until Sam's fully awake and begging for a good hard fuck.
He watches as the opening first resists and then secedes to the fat head of his straining cock. Hissing softly, his own sensation is interrupted by Sam's eyes cracking open and a long, low moan escaping his throat.
“Morning, Sammy.” Dean whispers fondly, his eyes falling back to where his cock is stretching Sam gently.
“Morning.” Sam manages on a breathless grin, adjusting so both of them have more room.
“Gonna use me, today, Dean? Make me your toy all day? Keep me however you want, ready for your come?” Sam adds after a moment, his head lolling down to look between his legs, just barely able to make out Dean's shaft pressing in.
“You're mine today. Gonna keep you plugged up between rounds, and you're taking anything I put inside you when I feel like it. Gonna fuck you when I want, where I want, and that includes the side of the road.” Dean explains as he begins a lazy rhythm, marveling at how wet his cock comes out on each successive thrust. Years ago, Sam would've balked at the idea of public sex, but now he relishes it and loves the idea of someone watching them go at it like dogs in heat.
Precome leaks into Sam as Dean keeps the thrusts slow and sensual, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out so he can feel every last ridge of cock sliding against his sensitive passage. It's only when Sam unintentionally squeezes around him that Dean begins to shift, knowing all too well the signal alerting him that Sam wants to be bred. Every morning Sam will beg for a load in his ass, squeezing Dean's cock like a vice and almost acting as though he needs the spunk to get on with his day. Dean has coffee and Sam has...sperm.
Crouching over his brother's larger frame, Dean catches his hips in both his hands before cocking back and pistoning his hips forward. Sam's eyes snap open again and he lets out a choked sound, surprised by the sudden force behind the penetration.
Dean doesn't give him time to think; He ruts in, using the same pace animals would as he holds tight to Sam's hip bones.
“Fuck! Oh god, give it to me, Dean! Fuck me!” Sam cries out, his fists squeezing hard around his cock, unwilling to come so quickly.
Dean licks his lips and doubles the pace, his sac slapping against Sam's with that hot, wet smacking sound as he rams in and out at a blinding pace. Sam, for his part, can only keep his jaw slack as he hangs onto the bed, taking each thrust with the tiniest of gasps.
He can feel he's close when his balls start to tighten up, pull closer to the base of his cock in readiness. Dean gives Sam their customary warning spank and then goes back to plunging deep into his brother's ass, moaning and loving every second of it.
Sam can hear Dean cry out his name in the otherwise-silent hotel, but any thought leaves him when he feels the first thick spurt of come coating his insides. He stays still while Dean empties into him, his own cock forgotten as he white-knuckles the sheets, feeling his passage already starting to fill.
-----
Sam's moving to get up after Dean's third load, but a hand at the small of his back stops him, Dean grinning ear to ear.
“Stay right there, but flip over. Wanna see you.”
He does as he's told and lets everything adjust; his cock comes up to rest against his abs, all the spunk inside of him slides around and slicks over his prostate and his thigh muscles loosen from their once-tensed pose. Sam's been in heaven since before he woke up this morning and if the thin spread of lube over the plug Dean is holding is anything to judge on, he'll be there for the rest of the day.
Dean bows his head as he presses the soft tip of the plug to Sam's hole, his obscene, perfectly-bowed lips opening to swallow his brother's cock as he inserts the toy to the hilt. Sam's body stretches out like a big cat at the pressure and the heated slick of Dean's mouth, his eyes falling closed as he rakes in the pleasure with a little whimper that's all arousal. The pop of the plug's flared base passing Sam's entrance makes him moan, shooting a lazy smile down at Dean who manages to smile back with a mouth full of cock.
A gasp ricochets around the room when Dean sneaks two fingers in along with the plug, fucking Sam for a bit with all three implements. Watching wide eyed, Sam can barely get out Dean's name as his brother dips his head again and sucks hard on the swollen tip of his cock. Sam comes without warning, enough to fill Dean's mouth and throat. Somehow, Dean manages to keep his fingers in place even with his brother's hips snapping up towards the ceiling. Miraculously, Sam doesn't break Dean's nose with the same move on his second spray of come.
It's Dean's turn to moan as his brother's sperm fills his mouth, bitter and hot, but all Sam. He takes the first spurt without even bothering to keep it in his mouth; the rest pools on his tongue as he focuses on sucking Sam dry.
Sam pants and laughs softly as he watches Dean choke just a bit on all the come before swallowing it down. Sam's noises turn into sighs as Dean licks him clean, their eyes locked together, a look of fondness and hunger passing between two sets of green eyes..
Finally pulling back, Dean wipes his mouth with the back of one hand, eyeing Sam the same way he would when they were younger and Sam was holding up their checkout from one nameless motel or another..
“Get dressed, let's hit the road.”
They've got a free day and Dean doesn't want to waste a second.
PART TWO