Fic: Choices, Sam/Dean NC-17
Title: Choices
Author: Sidium
Wordcount: 880
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Sex
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: Sometimes sex isn't a harlequin romance novel. That's okay, too.
Sam let out a pained groan as Dean pushed in. He wasn't stupid, he knew it would hurt, but this was... unbearable. He could feel every centimeter of Dean pressing into him, slow and gentle, trying his best not to hurt Sam. He knew this, but he also knew the preparations hadn't been enough. Lube slicked fingers pressing in weren't quite the same as a rock-hard dick, no matter how much lube you use. It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. He winced and tried to hold still. If he could just relax... but as Dean pressed farther still, Sam gasped and couldn't keep quiet.
"Dean, stop. Please."
Sam felt ashamed at how broken his voice sounded, but Dean immediately stilled all movement. His body froze, partially buried in Sam, the hand trailing down his side stopped. Even Dean's lips, that were nuzzling soft kisses down Sams jawbone froze in place.
"What's wrong?"
Sam took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. His eyes were pressed shut and he felt a tear escape and slide down to his ear. Goddamn it. After a moment, Dean resumed placing feather-light kisses on his brother's jaw. He kept his lower body still however, waiting for an answer.
"It's too much," Sam finally managed to croak out, "It hurts too much, Dean. I'm sorry." His voice was quiet and defeated and he knew he had just wrecked the whole moment. God, why couldn't he handle this? It was Dean. His brother. Who loved him, and whom he loved. It's not like he was being raped or anything. This was supposed to be good. It felt right, the two of them together like this, naked bodies pressed together so tightly their heartbeats seemed to blend together. Why couldn't his body catch up to his heart or his head?
"Want me to pull out?" Dean's voice, to Sam's amazement and gratitude, didn't sound as much disappointed as it was concerned. He sighed deeply before answering.
"Yeah. Yeah, just... carefully. Please." Dean placed his lips on Sam's collarbone and began sucking gently, trying to distract Sam as he slowly pulled himself out, hands gliding over every inch of Sam they could easily reach. Sam groaned unabashedly as the sensation of Dean's dick sliding out, a deep burning that hurt worse than when Dean pushed himself in.
Finally, Dean pulled himself all the way out and Sam couldn't stifle a sob of relief. Shit, why did he have to be so stupid? He startled when he felt Dean's hand come up to brush away the errant tear.
"Shhh... Sam, it's okay. It's okay if you need to stop." Dean's voice was calm and deep, and it made Sam's chest ache, because he loved his brother so goddamn much, and this wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be hot and perfect and it wasn't. Because of him.
"No, it's not, Dean." Sam said, his frustration and anger with himself leaking into his words. "I should be able to handle this. I shouldn't be acting like a little bitch."
"Hey, hey," Dean's voice was still calm, but had an authoritative edge to it now, "Calm down. It's all right." Sam couldn't understand how Dean seemed so... okay with the situation, despite the fact that neither of them were really hard anymore. Running a hand through his little brother's hair, Dean continued, "Sex is supposed to be fun. For both of us. If one of us isn't enjoying it, then what's the point? Why bother doing it at all?"
Sam couldn't really argue with Dean's logic, but it didn't make him feel any better. He still felt immature and kind of ridiculous. Dean hide his face in the crook of his brother's neck as his voice took a more mischievous tone.
"Besides, there's more than one way to have fun, you know." Dean lifted himself slightly with one hand, just enough to put an inch or two of space between them as his other hand trailed down to grasp Sam's cock. Sam gasped at the touch and gripped Dean's shoulders.
"I could blow you." Dean punctuated the end of the sentence with a open kiss on Sam's neck. Sam's grip tightened at the words.
"You could blow me." Another kiss, and the hand that had been jacking gently before gripped a little tighter and Sam could swear he saw stars.
"I could keep jacking you off." Another kiss and Sam groaned in agreement to the idea.
"And you could return the favor." Yet another kiss on his neck and Sam smiled as he bent his neck up to make it easier, Dean's hand gaining speed, using Sam's pre-come to make it smoother. Moans escaping Sam easily now, his breath becoming pants.
"Or..." Dean suddenly let go and Sam let out a small cry of protest, "This is my favorite, by the way," Another kiss.
"I could just grind our hips together until we both come." On the word 'grind' Dean gripped Sam's hip and smoothly ground their hips together; their again-hardened cocks pressing against one another and Sam let out a sound of delight and surprise. Dean rocked his hips down into Sam again and punctuated his next words with the same kind of open, loving kisses to Sam's neck as before.
"Choices, choices, choices."
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Author: Sidium
Wordcount: 880
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Sex
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: Sometimes sex isn't a harlequin romance novel. That's okay, too.
Sam let out a pained groan as Dean pushed in. He wasn't stupid, he knew it would hurt, but this was... unbearable. He could feel every centimeter of Dean pressing into him, slow and gentle, trying his best not to hurt Sam. He knew this, but he also knew the preparations hadn't been enough. Lube slicked fingers pressing in weren't quite the same as a rock-hard dick, no matter how much lube you use. It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. He winced and tried to hold still. If he could just relax... but as Dean pressed farther still, Sam gasped and couldn't keep quiet.
"Dean, stop. Please."
Sam felt ashamed at how broken his voice sounded, but Dean immediately stilled all movement. His body froze, partially buried in Sam, the hand trailing down his side stopped. Even Dean's lips, that were nuzzling soft kisses down Sams jawbone froze in place.
"What's wrong?"
Sam took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. His eyes were pressed shut and he felt a tear escape and slide down to his ear. Goddamn it. After a moment, Dean resumed placing feather-light kisses on his brother's jaw. He kept his lower body still however, waiting for an answer.
"It's too much," Sam finally managed to croak out, "It hurts too much, Dean. I'm sorry." His voice was quiet and defeated and he knew he had just wrecked the whole moment. God, why couldn't he handle this? It was Dean. His brother. Who loved him, and whom he loved. It's not like he was being raped or anything. This was supposed to be good. It felt right, the two of them together like this, naked bodies pressed together so tightly their heartbeats seemed to blend together. Why couldn't his body catch up to his heart or his head?
"Want me to pull out?" Dean's voice, to Sam's amazement and gratitude, didn't sound as much disappointed as it was concerned. He sighed deeply before answering.
"Yeah. Yeah, just... carefully. Please." Dean placed his lips on Sam's collarbone and began sucking gently, trying to distract Sam as he slowly pulled himself out, hands gliding over every inch of Sam they could easily reach. Sam groaned unabashedly as the sensation of Dean's dick sliding out, a deep burning that hurt worse than when Dean pushed himself in.
Finally, Dean pulled himself all the way out and Sam couldn't stifle a sob of relief. Shit, why did he have to be so stupid? He startled when he felt Dean's hand come up to brush away the errant tear.
"Shhh... Sam, it's okay. It's okay if you need to stop." Dean's voice was calm and deep, and it made Sam's chest ache, because he loved his brother so goddamn much, and this wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be hot and perfect and it wasn't. Because of him.
"No, it's not, Dean." Sam said, his frustration and anger with himself leaking into his words. "I should be able to handle this. I shouldn't be acting like a little bitch."
"Hey, hey," Dean's voice was still calm, but had an authoritative edge to it now, "Calm down. It's all right." Sam couldn't understand how Dean seemed so... okay with the situation, despite the fact that neither of them were really hard anymore. Running a hand through his little brother's hair, Dean continued, "Sex is supposed to be fun. For both of us. If one of us isn't enjoying it, then what's the point? Why bother doing it at all?"
Sam couldn't really argue with Dean's logic, but it didn't make him feel any better. He still felt immature and kind of ridiculous. Dean hide his face in the crook of his brother's neck as his voice took a more mischievous tone.
"Besides, there's more than one way to have fun, you know." Dean lifted himself slightly with one hand, just enough to put an inch or two of space between them as his other hand trailed down to grasp Sam's cock. Sam gasped at the touch and gripped Dean's shoulders.
"I could blow you." Dean punctuated the end of the sentence with a open kiss on Sam's neck. Sam's grip tightened at the words.
"You could blow me." Another kiss, and the hand that had been jacking gently before gripped a little tighter and Sam could swear he saw stars.
"I could keep jacking you off." Another kiss and Sam groaned in agreement to the idea.
"And you could return the favor." Yet another kiss on his neck and Sam smiled as he bent his neck up to make it easier, Dean's hand gaining speed, using Sam's pre-come to make it smoother. Moans escaping Sam easily now, his breath becoming pants.
"Or..." Dean suddenly let go and Sam let out a small cry of protest, "This is my favorite, by the way," Another kiss.
"I could just grind our hips together until we both come." On the word 'grind' Dean gripped Sam's hip and smoothly ground their hips together; their again-hardened cocks pressing against one another and Sam let out a sound of delight and surprise. Dean rocked his hips down into Sam again and punctuated his next words with the same kind of open, loving kisses to Sam's neck as before.
"Choices, choices, choices."
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