Sometimes You Get What You Need and Want - SPN, Slashy,R
Title: Sometimes You Get What You Need and Want
Author:
thelonejuliet
Rating: R
Characters: Dean, Sam
Pairing: Dean/Sam - ish
Warning: erm...boy kissing...masturbation....are these really warnings? they sound like enticements!
Word Count: 1,117
Disclaimer: These boys are so not mine. If I owned them, fangirls would be MUCH happier every Thursday :)
Spoilers: none whatsoever
Author's Notes: Beta'd by my darling
tempestquill. She is amazing beyond belief!!
Summary: Um...it's porn...Dean needs something and...well...he gets it! Did I mention the straight-up porn factor?
All fics found here.
“Goddammit,” Dean says, as quietly as his frustration will allow, as he shifts in the driver’s seat yet again.
It’s been two days, only two days, since Sam finally declared his desire for his older brother, much to Dean’s surprise, and they haven’t moved past the hesitant kissing - okay, full-on make out sessions - and fondling that comes with the beginning of any new relationship.
And, that hesitancy goes double for brothers.
But, knowing that he can actually have Sam now, can actually act out all the fantasies that - until now - he’d considered deluded, he’s worked up a serious hunger that just can. Not. Be. Sated.
He feels like he’d been hard for two days straight and it’s about ready to kill him. Oh, sure, he’s tried to take care of it. Who the hell wouldn’t? But, it doesn’t work. He comes and then he sees him and he’s right back where he started. He wants to act out these fantasies, oh Dear Lord does he, but Sam was unsure about even telling him how he feels in the first place. He doesn’t want to push, doesn’t want to make this all end before it begins.
So he’s grinned and shrugged it off, never letting Sammy know just how close he’s come, on several occasions, to ripping both of their clothing off in the middle of the street and just getting down to it.
And, it’s only been two days!
As it is, Dean finds himself on a long, straight stretch of highway in Montana that seems to have no end in sight - and no gas station for him to stop and…take care of business. He’s ready to burst. It’s been three and a half hours since that last gas station and he can’t take it anymore.
So, what does he do? He pulls the Impala off on the side of the road and bolts out of the car - quietly, of course: Sammy’s sleeping - and heads off into the shadow of trees.
Once he figures he’s far enough from the road, he wastes no more time in leaning up against a sturdy tree, pulling his pants down to his thighs and releasing his rock hard dick from its denim prison. He’s so hard it hurts and he knows this won’t last long. Which is good, considering that Jolly Green could wake up at any moment and find him jacking off in the middle of nowhere. Talk about getting caught with your pants down. Even if they weren’t all the way down.
He takes his dick in his right hand and circles it, pulling in rough, semi-slow strokes. It feels so fan-fucking-tastic that he lets out a long, low moan that is probably much louder than it should be. But, he’s beyond caring. He needs this. He needs this now.
He starts to quicken his pace, swiping his thumb over the head and gathering the precum that has already pooled there to help the way. He turns around, facing the tree so that his cum will fall onto the trunk and lower the risk of getting it on himself - ‘cause, yeah, there’s really no other way to explain cum on your shoes. He leans his forehead against the rough bark and he pulls even faster, twisting his wrist on the down strokes, tightening his hand just the slightest bit on the upstrokes.
At this point, he’s moaning completely unchecked, loudly, amazed that Sam hasn’t come tumbling down the hill to find him and see what beast has attacked. So, it shouldn’t be a surprise, really, that he suddenly feels a huge hand cover his own and a hot breath on his neck, hovering just below his ear.
The body behind him starts to lay kisses all up and down his neck, which he gladly arches to make way for, as the other hand settles on his hip. Then the bites start coming and he feels the base of his spine start to tingle. Just as he feels his balls tighten, about to release, he turns and crashes his lips to Sam’s in a kiss that’s more shared breath than lips or tongue.
He lets out a near-scream that’s swallowed by that mouth on his as cum starts jetting out of the top of his dick, so hard he could swear he lost some vital part. Sam’s tongue slips into his mouth and his hand drops off and it’s just Sam, finishing the job.
As the last drop is milked out, he collapses against his brother, breathing more heavily than he’d ever thought possible. Sam is the only thing holding him up and he finds that he’s suddenly grateful for those extra few inches. Doubly grateful when those freakish long arms wrap around him.
“That was…Sammy…Dear…God…that was…amazing…we should…do it…more often…like…a lot more…” he forces out in between staggering breaths.
He feels more than hears Sam’s loud chuckle. “Yeah, maybe we should.”
After a few minutes, Dean gets his bearings back enough to stand up straight and pull his pants back up. When he turns to his brother, he’s not surprised to see the shit-eating grin.
“Dude,” he says a little annoyed - but just a little because he still can’t think much beyond the word ‘damn.’ “How’d you even know I was here?”
Sam looks at him like he’s the dumbest person on the planet, hazel eyes alive with amusement. “Dean, seriously? You were moaning like a porn star. All I had to do was follow the sounds, man.”
Dean looks down at his feet, suddenly embarrassed - and, dude, Dean does not get embarrassed, most certainly not about sex. “Sorry,” he manages to get out.
Sam steps up and pulls his brother’s face up, forcing their eyes to lock. “Believe me, it’s quite all right,” he says with a slight laugh and kisses Dean slow and sweet.
Dean pulls back after a few moments with a loud cough and mutters something about getting back on the road. Dean climbs back in the driver’s side and waits for Sam to hop in shotgun. When he hears the rummaging around in the trunk, he’s confused but not to the point where he’s going to investigate.
Sam gets back in, blushing like there’s no tomorrow. At Dean’s questioning look, he mumbles, “Had to change my pants.”
And that just makes Dean laugh out loud. His jacking off made Sammy come in his pants like some twelve-year-old kid! Talk about awesome.
As they pull away from the gravel lining the highway and head toward a future of what is sure to be great - scratch that: fucking amazing - sex, Sam pipes up again.
“Dean?”
“Yeah, Sammy.”
“Next time - just ask, man!”
“Will do, Sammy, will do.”
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Please review! I'm a little..er..self-conscious about this one. :)
SEQUEL: Doubled Over With Need