Benedic me, Pater, Nam Peccavi (Supernatural, Dean/Sam, NC-17) 1/1
Title: Benedic me, Pater, Nam Peccavi
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Improper use of a confessional, incest (Dean/Sam)
Spoilers: Pilot
Disclaimer: Don't own
Benedic me, Pater, Nam Peccavi
By Spinny Roses
"Bless me father, for I have sinned." Sam's rough voice slid through the small booth, soft and passionate. "It's been too long since my last confession." He licked his lips, not wishing to raise his head, not wishing to see the familiar blurred form behind the screen. "I am still having... impure thoughts." About my brother whispered soundlessly in the lull.
"What are these thoughts, my son?" The figure behind the screen finally stirred, speaking softly. Sam fought his instinct to raise his eyes, to watch the form move as blasphemy dropped from his lips.
"I have been dreaming of my brother." There, the hitch in his breathing. "I wake up in my dream and I'm naked. There's something touching me, stroking me." His hands shook as he lowered them to his thighs.
"Go on." A rustle of clothing.
"He cups me, and-"
"That can't be all of it. Can it?" the figure interrupted.
Sam fought a smirk. "No, Father. When I look, he's licking my nipples while groping me."
There was a soft groan, another rustle of clothing. "I see."
Sam fought to keep his breathing steady. One hand crept closer to a painful bulge in his pants. "He knows how to do it. He keeps his tongue wet and applies a lot of pressure. He also grazes my skin occasionally with his teeth." Sam stopped, trying not to groan.
A breathy "Go on."
"That's when he finally wraps his hand around my cock." The slang easily passed his lips as he plunged his hand down to do the same. "He starts slow, torturing me like he always does. He bites at my chest, then uses his tongue to trace a path down. And suddenly he sucks at my cock, all of it."
A slightly louder groan from behind the screen. Sam tried not to look up, tried to focus on his words and his hand. "All at once?" came the shaky reply, and Sam bit his lip, trying not to moan.
"He's like that." Sam kept what he originally thought, He's a bastard like that, behind his lips. "But he knows what to do. He knows how to lick and suck just right." Instead of waiting for encouragement, he went on. "But he doesn't like me coming in his mouth. He likes it when he comes inside me, marking me all over that I'm his." Sam's voice started shaking as well as his hand sped up.
The moan became louder, and Sam's head jerked up slightly at that. "Did I ever tell you that he has a big cock? He's so short," an aborted sound at that, "but he makes up for it. It feels so much bigger when I'm sitting on top of him, like he'll split me in two." There was a slightly helpless sound behind the screen. "It's always hard and fast between us, hard enough to hurt in the morning." His hand was moving at a blinding speed. "And when he finally does come inside me," he said, voice rougher and huskier, "it makes me come harder than I ever have before."
There was a loud bang on the screen, then soft cursing. "Ow, fucking ow. Sammy, you've been keeping out on me. Damn, all the priests in the towns we were in must have some good material now."
"Dean, don't swear. We're in a church."
"Yeah, well, don't jack off in a confessional. We're in a church." Dean shifted, starting to get up. "Zip up your pants and let's get out of here."
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Improper use of a confessional, incest (Dean/Sam)
Spoilers: Pilot
Disclaimer: Don't own
Benedic me, Pater, Nam Peccavi
By Spinny Roses
"Bless me father, for I have sinned." Sam's rough voice slid through the small booth, soft and passionate. "It's been too long since my last confession." He licked his lips, not wishing to raise his head, not wishing to see the familiar blurred form behind the screen. "I am still having... impure thoughts." About my brother whispered soundlessly in the lull.
"What are these thoughts, my son?" The figure behind the screen finally stirred, speaking softly. Sam fought his instinct to raise his eyes, to watch the form move as blasphemy dropped from his lips.
"I have been dreaming of my brother." There, the hitch in his breathing. "I wake up in my dream and I'm naked. There's something touching me, stroking me." His hands shook as he lowered them to his thighs.
"Go on." A rustle of clothing.
"He cups me, and-"
"That can't be all of it. Can it?" the figure interrupted.
Sam fought a smirk. "No, Father. When I look, he's licking my nipples while groping me."
There was a soft groan, another rustle of clothing. "I see."
Sam fought to keep his breathing steady. One hand crept closer to a painful bulge in his pants. "He knows how to do it. He keeps his tongue wet and applies a lot of pressure. He also grazes my skin occasionally with his teeth." Sam stopped, trying not to groan.
A breathy "Go on."
"That's when he finally wraps his hand around my cock." The slang easily passed his lips as he plunged his hand down to do the same. "He starts slow, torturing me like he always does. He bites at my chest, then uses his tongue to trace a path down. And suddenly he sucks at my cock, all of it."
A slightly louder groan from behind the screen. Sam tried not to look up, tried to focus on his words and his hand. "All at once?" came the shaky reply, and Sam bit his lip, trying not to moan.
"He's like that." Sam kept what he originally thought, He's a bastard like that, behind his lips. "But he knows what to do. He knows how to lick and suck just right." Instead of waiting for encouragement, he went on. "But he doesn't like me coming in his mouth. He likes it when he comes inside me, marking me all over that I'm his." Sam's voice started shaking as well as his hand sped up.
The moan became louder, and Sam's head jerked up slightly at that. "Did I ever tell you that he has a big cock? He's so short," an aborted sound at that, "but he makes up for it. It feels so much bigger when I'm sitting on top of him, like he'll split me in two." There was a slightly helpless sound behind the screen. "It's always hard and fast between us, hard enough to hurt in the morning." His hand was moving at a blinding speed. "And when he finally does come inside me," he said, voice rougher and huskier, "it makes me come harder than I ever have before."
There was a loud bang on the screen, then soft cursing. "Ow, fucking ow. Sammy, you've been keeping out on me. Damn, all the priests in the towns we were in must have some good material now."
"Dean, don't swear. We're in a church."
"Yeah, well, don't jack off in a confessional. We're in a church." Dean shifted, starting to get up. "Zip up your pants and let's get out of here."