Waya Udilehvsgi - 2/2
Title: Waya Udilehvsgi (Coyote Fever) - 2/2
Author:
Fetish for Dean Winchester and lady_simoriah for Sam Winchester
Rating: NC17
Character(s): Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC, Jessica Moore.
Round: 8, Prompt: 22. Sam - Can’t Stop.
Spoilers: None really. Boys just past S1:04
Word Count: 4401
Warning: Slash (wincest), Swearing, schmoop, angst.
Summary: Sam and Dean were just leaving their winter vacation in the mountains when Sam meets a mysterious old Indian who there seems to be more to than meets the eye and Sam winds up with a curse from the local Trickster unlike any other the boys have ever experienced.
A/N: From the AU verse retelling Supernatural wincest style by,
Fetish and lady_simoriah - Our Wherever I May Roam verse (This fiction occurs just after ‘Smokey Mountain Holiday’.
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Dean lifted his free hand, reaching out for his brother, running his hand over as much of Sam's body as he could reach, his neck arching on a low groan, dick twitching as he continued to finger him self. His tongue darted out to lick across his lips as Dean nodded, "Yeah," he panted softly, "yeah Sammy, now."
Sam leaned in closer putting himself within easier reach of Dean's hands; his overheated body relished the contact as he slowly slid his finger in to the third knuckle alongside Dean's.
"Christ, Dean," he gasped out, "Like a fuckin' vise...Jesus..."
He slid his finger in and out, his own cock twitching and pulsing suddenly eager to be enveloped in Dean's tight, untried ass.
Dean 'heh'-ed out a small breathy chuckle, "You think yer.... any better...?" He asked breathlessly as he writhed on the bed, face flushing a soft shade of red making his freckles more pronounced. "S'like goddamn vice grips... warm vice grips s'at squeeze my dick even more when you come fer me."
"Mmmmmm, yeah...you love it when I do that though, squeeze you that tight," panted Sam, starting to get more and more caught up in the moment.
He watched Dean for a minute, the way he writhed eagerly as they fingered him together, somehow his brother seemed calmer doing this than he would've expected.
"You've done this before, haven't you, D? Had someone touch you back here like this," he rasped, crooking his finger and seeking out Dean's prostate.
"Yeah, oh God, Sammy, yeah..." he panted, squirming on the bed and arching his back pushing against the fingers in his ass, "squeeze me, God yeah," Dean breathed, "s'good," his eyes nearly rolled up in his head just thinking about being inside his brother with his inner muscles milking his cock. His dick twitched and pulsed, precome pearling at the tip.
Dean's eyes opened to look at Sam, trying to piece together his question, "Huh, someone else?" He shook his head, "No, m'a virgin," his lips curled into an amused smile regarding saying that of all things about himself.
He swallowed and gasped a breath, "I mean, jus' some girls.... fingers... s'a long time ago, Sam... before us," he reached up with one hand, sliding his hand along Sam's arm. He shook his head, "Didn' mean anythin'."
Sam hummed appreciatively as he got the answer he'd been looking for then gently added a second finger bringing Dean's count up to three. He pushed both all the way down to the third knuckle and crooked them, stroking across Dean's prostate gently but repeatedly.
"Bet they couldn't do this, bet their little fingers weren't long enough," he chuckled huskily.
Dean's back arched sharply off the mattress a long loud groan tearing from his throat; neck arched back exposing his neck. His throat convulsed as he swallowed a soft moan leaving him as his head rolled on the pillow, "Sonuvabitch..."
The short blunt fingernails of his hand on Sam's arm dug into the skin leaving crescent moon shapes as he writhed, pushing back against the fingers in his ass.
"God Sam..." he panted, "stroke... stroke my cock...make me come, Sammy... lemme come for m'angel... Oh God..."
Sam watched Dean writhe on the mattress, fucking himself back on their fingers, totally open and lost to desire and Sam was the cause. He let out a guttural groan as he wrapped his free hand around Dean's cock and moved to straddle one of his brother's thighs, grinding himself down against it. He stroked Dean with long, firm pulls, fingertips brushing against his balls with each pass and his thumb running over the head.
"Fuck, Dean...s'beautiful...s'hot for me..." he murmured, "C'mon D, come for me...wanna see it...wanna come with you..."
Dean's hips rolled, pushing back against their fingers and thrusting his cock upward into his brother's fist, moans and grunts falling from his lips. His hand on Sam's arm fell to the bed, crumpling the sheets in his fisted hand as he grit his teeth feeling heat pool low in his stomach. His head tilted back on the pillow, body straining, his muscles locked and tense, nipples pebbling as his balls drew up tight to his body.
"Oh fuck... fuck... Jesus, Sammy... I'm gonna come..." Dean panted harshly, chest rising and falling hard with each one, "Sam... Oh God... fuck... Sam!" Dean shouted his brother's name as his cock pulsed and the first ribbon of spunk shot from his dick, wetting his brother's hand and his stomach.
Sam moaned and leaned in to capture Dean's lips in a slow, thorough kiss as he stroked his brother through his orgasm before slowly withdrawing his fingers so that just the tips rested inside the tight ring of muscle. When he pulled back from kissing Dean, he brought the hand that'd been around his brother's cock to his lips, licking Dean's come off his fingers while making savory hums.
"S'good, D," he murmured, "'N you're so fuckin' incredible when you come."
He leaned over to kiss his brother again, softly, wanting to share the taste with Dean before slowly kissing down his throat and back to his ear.
"I love you so much, m'hero," he whispered against his brother's ear.
Dean licked his lips, tasting Sam and his own faint flavor on his tongue. One arm raised to wrap around his brother pulling him in closer as he moaned softly, "Y'so good, Sammy... felt s'a good...." his lips brushed against the side of Sam's face, "Wanna make you come, angel, wanna watch you fall apart for me," he rasped softly, lifting his head marginally off the pillow to suck a bit of skin on Sam's neck into his mouth hard enough to bruise.
Sam groaned, low and long, as he shifted back to kneeling between Dean's legs, his fingers still scissored in his brother's ass.
"S'not gonna take long," he rasped, "Can feel it..."
He glanced from Dean's hole to his face and back, feeling the heat that'd been torturing him all this time reach a slow boil just waiting for him to blow.
"Dean...let me...please..." he murmured, wiggling his fingers while grasping a hold of his cock with the other hand.
Dean's eyes focused on Sam's face as his words slowly sank through his passion fogged mind. He drew in a deep breath and raised his chin a little where he lay on the bed, jaw clenching before he tore his eyes away from Sam and gaze a nod, "Yeah, okay."
Sam swallowed hard realizing he'd lost his brother again after how downright ecstatic he'd been just moments ago. He reached across himself to grab up the lube and pop it open again, drizzling a line along his cock before snapping it closed and beginning to stroke himself slowly while pressing his fingers in deep to brush across Dean's prostate again.
"I'll make it good for you, D, I promise, 'n we'll never have to do it again ever," he hushed then broke off into a low moan.
Dean hissed in a breath, body shuddering as Sam's fingers grazed across his prostate, his recently spent cock twitching at the feel of it.
He licked his lips, returning his gaze to Sam, watching as his brother stroked himself before his eyes lifted to Sam's face, "But if you like it," he shook his head and swallowed, a wry nervous smile twisting his lips, "Never could deny you anythin' you wanted, Sammy," he whispered.
Sam shook his head, he wasn't going to do that to Dean, not with this regardless of whether he wound up truly enjoying it or not.
"No, not unless we both want it, 'm not doin' this to you again," he murmured.
He slanted his mouth over Dean's again, kissing him slow and sweet as he pulled their fingers out and lined himself up with Dean's tight pucker. He took a deep breath between his brother's lips and his meeting and parting before slowly pushing just the head inside.
Dean sucked in a gasp of air, back arching slightly off the bed, one hand reaching for Sam's bicep, holding onto him with a death grip as he held his breath, forcing a smile for Sam's sake before he nodded a small whimper tearing from his throat.
"Breathe, D," whispered Sam soothingly, although his voice still sounded tight thanks to Dean squeezing him. "Jus' relax, don' have to move."
He gingerly reached between them and cupped Dean's balls, fondling them gently as he waited for Dean to relax enough for him to move forward.
Dean's lips parted on a gasp of air only to pant out afterward, his head rolling back and forth before his gaze met Sam's, "God, Sammy..." he rasped softly, lifting his head from the pillow to slant his mouth over Sam's, his hand on Sam's arm releasing it's death grip to slip up and around his brother's neck cupping his nape.
It felt strange to be the one giving not taking, to be the one trying to soothe and take care of rather than be the one cared for. Sam really didn't like it, well, his body liked it well enough but that just went naturally with being a guy. He groaned against Dean's lips, savoring the kiss and using it and his hand on his brother's balls to distract Dean as he eased in little by little always being aware of Dean's response to him.
Dean whimpered softly against Sam's mouth, his brow creasing, the reaction more from fear and his feeling beyond awkward than from actual pain. He'd been hurt a helluva lot worse than the aching burn that Sam's pushing inside of him was causing. His hips bucked, pressing back against Sam in Dean's usual, 'rip the band-aid off, get it over with' fashion that seemed to be his motto. His breath hitched in his throat as Sam's cock slid in a helluva lot deeper due to it, all in one go, eyes popping open to stare at Sam's face even with their lips still crushed together.
Tearing his lips from Sam's Dean panted his breaths, staring at Sam as though he had just gone completely insane. His hand slid away from Sam's nape, lowering to his own face, running his hand down it. He felt like Sam was about to rip him in half and full didn't even begin to describe the way he felt. 'And Sam likes this?' He would have actually asked, but he didn't want Sam feeling any worse about this than he already did though he made a mental note to really go slow with Sam from now on.
Sam gasped and buried his head against Dean's neck and shoulder beginning to understand what Dean meant when he remarked on him being tight. It felt like his brother was going to break his dick off and he wasn't even all the way in yet. 'How the hell does he manage to control himself?'wondered Sam, almost feeling like he could come right there and then from the pressure of Dean's body enveloping him. A litany of apologies ran amuck in the back of his head but he didn't give them voice, didn't want Dean to know how much it upset him to have to do this, to be forced into taking him like this. He pressed his lips against Dean's neck, dropping soft kisses along the column of his throat, working his way up to Dean's ear breathing heavily. For all the pressure the curse was putting on him he really wasn't enjoying this at all, wasn't sure if he could really go through with whatever it'd take to actually get himself off.
"Dean..." he panted, "once I'm in, roll us over...I can't...I want...want you to ride me...take control...please..."
Dean raised his arms, wrapping them around Sam; hands smoothing over his back and up into his hair. He closed his eyes and pushed back against his brother's cock, clenching his jaw, his hands stilling as he moved. Lifting his legs, he wrapped them around Sam's waist, locking his feet around his brother's lower back, pressing him down harder.
"S'okay, Sammy, I gotcha," Dean murmured the same phrase he always told Sam to sooth his worries away as he started to move his hands once more in soothing motions over Sam's back.
"I'll take care of it, of you... jus' like I always do, right?" Dean muttered brokenly between gasped grunts.
Sam pressed in as Dean pressed down, broken whimpers escaping his lips as his brother tried to soothe him and make this easier. It didn't ease the guilt but it got his body to override his head a little more easily allowing him to sink in deeper till he was finally in all the way to the base, his hips pressed to Dean's. He wrapped his arms around his brother, clinging tightly and sliding slightly to the side to give Dean the leverage to roll him over onto his back.
Dean dipped his head, pressing his lips to Sam's neck once he was fully sheathed inside of him. He lay there a few moments trying to get use to feeling like he had a watermelon up his ass, an overly long watermelon. He'd never paid that much attention to it before but Sam was pretty well proportionate in size. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened his eyes and pulled his head back before rolling them over. Slipping his arms out from around Sam he sat up on his brother eliciting a low deep groan from deep in his throat. Hissing in breaths he panted softly and leaned his upper body over Sam's, sliding his hands up and down his brother's sides.
"Sweet Jesus, Sammy, so fuckin' full..." he panted softly, "feel like yer gonna rip me in half," he rasped, tongue darting out to lick his lips, eyes fluttering closed momentarily before opening them once more to gaze into Sam's.
His hand slid up Sam's side to cup his cheek as Dean dipped his head, kissing Sam softly, tongue darting out to lick across his brother's lips teasingly between open mouthed kisses before he drew back marginally, just enough to be able to look into Sam's face once more.
"I love you, Sammy, an' I'll always take care of you," Dean murmured softly, lowering his head so his cheek was against Sam's, his mouth near his brother's ear, "s'my angel," he whispered as he started to slowly move on his brother.
Sam's hands slid down Dean's back as he sat up after they'd rolled, coming to rest on his hips. He gently caressed the jutting bone with his thumbs trying not to think, just feel the way Dean squeezed around him so tightly. He'd kept his eyes closed until they were settled and drew in a breath sharply at how Dean looked sitting astride him. He moaned into his brother's kisses then gazed into his eyes begging to be forgiven for this once it was all over.
"I love you too, D," he murmured, "M'hero...always."
He gasped when he felt Dean start to move, his head pressing back into the pillows with the intensity of having his dick buried deep in his brother's ass. He bucked upward slightly, unable to resist the pull of his brother's movement.
Dean's breath gasped out softly as Sam started to move with him, his hands both moving up, fingers carding into Sam's hair through he didn't lift his head, "That's it, s'okay, 's'it feel good, angel?" Dean murmured softly in his brother's ear, warm breath fanning against the shell.
He lifted his hips higher, slowly sliding back down Sam's length only to repeat the process again and again. He hissed in a breath, "Is it tight? S'hot, isn't it? Feel like yer gonna be squeezed in half?" He asked knowingly, nodding to his own words, "S'how you make me feel every time, Sammy... feels so good I can barely keep control... jus' wanna come s'a bad..."
"Mmmmm, yeah s'tight...feels like you could break me but s'good," murmured Sam breathlessly.
His hips rocked up to meet Dean's, the movement feeling more natural than the other position had allowed despite their roles being reversed.
"'N now y'see how I feel, so full when you're in me, so deep...but s'good...squeeze tight so I don't have to let you go..."
He nuzzled Dean's ear and along his jaw, sighing at the feel of his brother's stubble abrading his own soft skin and leaving soft nips and kisses in his wake.
Dean lowered his hips, gyrating them against Sam's and groaning as his brother's cock brushed up against his prostate, his dick trapped between them twitching in response.
Pulling his hands from Sam's hair, Dean wrapping his arms around his brother, sliding them between Sam's body and the mattress before he began ridding his cock with faster strokes, his inner muscles squeezing his brother almost rhythmically on each downward movement. His breaths panted out harder fanning against Sam's ear, low moans and soft mewled groans breaking from his throat.
Sam let out a guttural groan when Dean began to ride and squeeze him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head rolled against the pillow listening to the wanton sounds spilling from his brother.
"Yeah...yeah, jus' like that, D...oh God..."
He slid one of his hands from Dean's hips to reach for his brother's cock between them and stroke him firmly wanting to watch Dean come again. His strokes were jerky and rough at first then synchronized with the movement of Dean's hips against his own. His other hand slid up Dean's back to cup his neck as Sam turned his head to capture Dean's mouth, drinking in the soft pleasured sounds he was making and sharing his own as his tongue slipped inside. He could feel the heat rising and a fresh sweat breaking out on his skin, slicking the movement of his body against Dean's.
Slowly ending the kiss, Dean's eyes searched Sam's flushed face, noting his sweat wet bangs clinging to his forehead, the droplets of sweat that trickled down from his sideburns.
"Jesus, Sammy," Dean grunted the words before shifted the positioning of his arms, slipping one out from under his brother to reach up and smooth his brother's bangs up off his forehead, thumb wiping at the tear drop of sweat at his temple, "yer s'a hot," he panted softly, returning his attention to his brother's face. He shook his head slowly, "S'not helpin'?" He asked breathlessly as he continued to move against his brother, Sam's cock sliding in and out of his ass in fast smooth strokes.
"S'okay...fuck...s'supposed ta' happen...s'tha fever..." slurred Sam, leaning his cheek against Dean's hand.
His hips bucked up harder and more erratically as the heat began to pool low and heavy, coiling in his gut just waiting to burst and set Sam free of this wretched curse. He stroked Dean more fiercely, thumb smearing across the head spreading precome over his shaft. He writhed beneath his brother, gazing up into his passion hazed green eyes as he thrust as deeply as he could, trying to stroke against Dean's prostate with every thrust.
"C'mon, Dean," he panted, "Wanna see you come again...come wit' me..."
Dean groaned, sliding his hand away from Sam's face, wrapping it back around his brother, slipping it between his body and the mattress. He tightened his hold around Sam and with a grunted deep guttural groan lifted up, sitting back and bringing Sam up with him so he was almost sitting in Sam's lap, his own legs holding his weight and allowing him to continue to move. One hand slid up Sam's back to cup his head, fingers threading through his hair.
"S'okay," Dean panted heavily, "I gotcha," he swallowed hard and moaned, heat coiling low in his belly as Sam's cock brushed against his prostate with each thrust, "come, Sammy... come fer'me."
Dean's muscles tensed, back arching as his head lolled back, teeth clenching, face flushed. His cock pulsed in his brother's hand, nipples pebbling, tendon in his neck protruding as he panted through his teeth, nostrils flared.
"Sa - Sammy!" Dean shouted his brother's name, body bucking against Sam's as he started to come, hot spurts of his cum raining down over his brother's fisted hand and between them to wet the curling hair where their bodies joined, droplets catching against their lower stomachs.
Sam managed to force his eyes to stay open long enough to watch his brother come before the feel of Dean's muscles clamping down around him finally snapped him.
"Dean!" he cried out, cock pulsing and shooting deep inside his brother.
His hands clung to Dean's hips, pulling him forward against him as he rode out the fiery waves that seemed to shoot through him as the curse was satisfied. When he'd finally filled his brother to what felt like overflowing he swayed and fell back, slipping from Dean's embrace, to fall against the pillows, completely drained and bordering on unconscious.
Dean slowly leaned forward, lowering himself down over his brother and raised up slowly, letting Sam's cock slip from his ass with a hissed breath and soft groan.
Stretching his legs out slowly, sliding them against the bed, Dean rolled off his brother with an exhausted sigh. Reaching for Sam, Dean wrapped his arms back around him, pulled Sam over his upper body draped over his chest, hand smoothing over his brother's hair as he laid there, head pillowed against his heart.
"I love you, Sammy," Dean softly murmured breathlessly before closing his eyes.
"I love you too, D," breathed Sam, sleepily, "'N m'sorry..."
He draped an arm over Dean's shoulders, holding him close stroking his back lazily trying to hold onto the joy in the curse being gone rather than the guilt he felt from what it'd made him do and how it might affect things between them.
Dean frowned, "Sorry fer what, angel?" he asked softly, running his hand in soothing strokes through Sam's hair.
"For getting my stupid ass cursed," murmured Sam, "For having to go places neither of us wanted to because of it."
He swallowed hard and wished he could burrow deeper into the bed to hide how embarrassed he was by the whole mess.
Dean moved his hand off Sam's back, the one in Sam's hair stilling. Lifting the hand that had been laying against Sam's back he slapped Sam on the ass, "First off, I like this ass, s'not stupid," he corrected, cupping the cheek he'd just abused. His hand in Sam's hair stroking once more before using it to hook his brother's chin with his finger, forcing him to tilt his head so he could look into his face, "an' second," he shook his head, "s'okay," he licked his lips, "s'kinda awkward, but s'okay," his hand pulled away from his face to card through Sam's hair at the side of his face, "M'always gonna take care of you, Sammy... always."
Sam jumped a little at first at the smack to his ass then relaxed as he felt Dean caress the cheek he'd slapped and resume stroking his hair. He nodded in agreement about what'd just happened being awkward. It'd felt good at the time but it wasn't enough to make Sam want it like that ever again.
"I know," he whispered, "'N just so ya' know, I don't care if you want it or not, unless it's a matter of life and death I'm not gonna top you again. I don't like it. It felt funky being the one who was makin' sure we both got off rather than bein' the one just lying there takin' and enjoying it."
He let out a wry chuckle as he rested his head against Dean's, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Honestly, I think it was hotter watchin' you come on my fingers than on my dick," he said with a soft smile.
Dean's lips curved into a small smile, "Never knew you’d wanna," he shrugged a shoulder and nodded, "we can do that" he licked his lips tightening his hand in Sam's hair into a fist and gently moving his brother's head with it, lifting his own up off the pillow to lick into Sam's mouth tangling his tongue with Sam's.
Slowly pulling away, Dean let his head fall back against the pillows with a soft smile as he released Sam's hair, sliding his hand down to the side of his face, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone.
"Ya feelin' better now, angel?" He asked softly.
Sam licked his lips and sighed contentedly as Dean released him from the kiss. He gazed into his brother's eyes as he nodded and shifted to lay on his side more facing Dean.
"Mmmmm, yeah, much better...it's all gone...wherever that tricky little bastard is I hope he chokes on the next rabbit he eats," he huffed half-heartedly.
He lifted his hand to cup Dean's cheek, running his thumb over his brother's freckles as he felt weariness begin to take hold.
"Dunno about you, but I'm exhausted," he sighed.
Dean nodded, "Could sleep," he yawned then as if to attest to that idea.
He pulled Sam in as close as he could, rolling toward him, tangling his legs with his brother's, a mischievous lazy smile tugging at his lips, "So Sammy busted my cherry..." he chuckled, squeezing Sam in his arms and pressing a kiss to his brother's forehead.
Sam blushed snuggling deeper into his brother's arms and leaned in to kiss Dean tenderly, his lips brushing against his brother's softly before he rested his head against Dean's.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, now neither of us are virgins," he chuckled, "Least this means we won't be bait for skeevy witch sacrifices or things like that. All protected. You're mine and I'm yours."
Dean frowned, "I think the whole virgin sacrifice thing only pertains to ever doing it at all," he smirked, "an' I had that one covered." He chucked softly and nodded, "Yeah, all yours Sammy, all yours," he murmured, snuggling up to his brother and closing his eyes.
"Never know," mumbled Sam.
His eyes drifted closed and his arms sagged as he felt himself slowly falling asleep in Dean's embrace.
"Love you, m'Dean," he slurred, before he was out like a light.
Dean's lips curved upward sleepily, "Mm, love you too, m'Sammy... love you too."
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The End... to this one... look for the others in our Wherever I May Roam verse at rd_2_redemption
Author:
Fetish for Dean Winchester and lady_simoriah for Sam Winchester
Rating: NC17
Character(s): Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC, Jessica Moore.
Round: 8, Prompt: 22. Sam - Can’t Stop.
Spoilers: None really. Boys just past S1:04
Word Count: 4401
Warning: Slash (wincest), Swearing, schmoop, angst.
Summary: Sam and Dean were just leaving their winter vacation in the mountains when Sam meets a mysterious old Indian who there seems to be more to than meets the eye and Sam winds up with a curse from the local Trickster unlike any other the boys have ever experienced.
A/N: From the AU verse retelling Supernatural wincest style by,
Fetish and lady_simoriah - Our Wherever I May Roam verse (This fiction occurs just after ‘Smokey Mountain Holiday’.
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Dean lifted his free hand, reaching out for his brother, running his hand over as much of Sam's body as he could reach, his neck arching on a low groan, dick twitching as he continued to finger him self. His tongue darted out to lick across his lips as Dean nodded, "Yeah," he panted softly, "yeah Sammy, now."
Sam leaned in closer putting himself within easier reach of Dean's hands; his overheated body relished the contact as he slowly slid his finger in to the third knuckle alongside Dean's.
"Christ, Dean," he gasped out, "Like a fuckin' vise...Jesus..."
He slid his finger in and out, his own cock twitching and pulsing suddenly eager to be enveloped in Dean's tight, untried ass.
Dean 'heh'-ed out a small breathy chuckle, "You think yer.... any better...?" He asked breathlessly as he writhed on the bed, face flushing a soft shade of red making his freckles more pronounced. "S'like goddamn vice grips... warm vice grips s'at squeeze my dick even more when you come fer me."
"Mmmmmm, yeah...you love it when I do that though, squeeze you that tight," panted Sam, starting to get more and more caught up in the moment.
He watched Dean for a minute, the way he writhed eagerly as they fingered him together, somehow his brother seemed calmer doing this than he would've expected.
"You've done this before, haven't you, D? Had someone touch you back here like this," he rasped, crooking his finger and seeking out Dean's prostate.
"Yeah, oh God, Sammy, yeah..." he panted, squirming on the bed and arching his back pushing against the fingers in his ass, "squeeze me, God yeah," Dean breathed, "s'good," his eyes nearly rolled up in his head just thinking about being inside his brother with his inner muscles milking his cock. His dick twitched and pulsed, precome pearling at the tip.
Dean's eyes opened to look at Sam, trying to piece together his question, "Huh, someone else?" He shook his head, "No, m'a virgin," his lips curled into an amused smile regarding saying that of all things about himself.
He swallowed and gasped a breath, "I mean, jus' some girls.... fingers... s'a long time ago, Sam... before us," he reached up with one hand, sliding his hand along Sam's arm. He shook his head, "Didn' mean anythin'."
Sam hummed appreciatively as he got the answer he'd been looking for then gently added a second finger bringing Dean's count up to three. He pushed both all the way down to the third knuckle and crooked them, stroking across Dean's prostate gently but repeatedly.
"Bet they couldn't do this, bet their little fingers weren't long enough," he chuckled huskily.
Dean's back arched sharply off the mattress a long loud groan tearing from his throat; neck arched back exposing his neck. His throat convulsed as he swallowed a soft moan leaving him as his head rolled on the pillow, "Sonuvabitch..."
The short blunt fingernails of his hand on Sam's arm dug into the skin leaving crescent moon shapes as he writhed, pushing back against the fingers in his ass.
"God Sam..." he panted, "stroke... stroke my cock...make me come, Sammy... lemme come for m'angel... Oh God..."
Sam watched Dean writhe on the mattress, fucking himself back on their fingers, totally open and lost to desire and Sam was the cause. He let out a guttural groan as he wrapped his free hand around Dean's cock and moved to straddle one of his brother's thighs, grinding himself down against it. He stroked Dean with long, firm pulls, fingertips brushing against his balls with each pass and his thumb running over the head.
"Fuck, Dean...s'beautiful...s'hot for me..." he murmured, "C'mon D, come for me...wanna see it...wanna come with you..."
Dean's hips rolled, pushing back against their fingers and thrusting his cock upward into his brother's fist, moans and grunts falling from his lips. His hand on Sam's arm fell to the bed, crumpling the sheets in his fisted hand as he grit his teeth feeling heat pool low in his stomach. His head tilted back on the pillow, body straining, his muscles locked and tense, nipples pebbling as his balls drew up tight to his body.
"Oh fuck... fuck... Jesus, Sammy... I'm gonna come..." Dean panted harshly, chest rising and falling hard with each one, "Sam... Oh God... fuck... Sam!" Dean shouted his brother's name as his cock pulsed and the first ribbon of spunk shot from his dick, wetting his brother's hand and his stomach.
Sam moaned and leaned in to capture Dean's lips in a slow, thorough kiss as he stroked his brother through his orgasm before slowly withdrawing his fingers so that just the tips rested inside the tight ring of muscle. When he pulled back from kissing Dean, he brought the hand that'd been around his brother's cock to his lips, licking Dean's come off his fingers while making savory hums.
"S'good, D," he murmured, "'N you're so fuckin' incredible when you come."
He leaned over to kiss his brother again, softly, wanting to share the taste with Dean before slowly kissing down his throat and back to his ear.
"I love you so much, m'hero," he whispered against his brother's ear.
Dean licked his lips, tasting Sam and his own faint flavor on his tongue. One arm raised to wrap around his brother pulling him in closer as he moaned softly, "Y'so good, Sammy... felt s'a good...." his lips brushed against the side of Sam's face, "Wanna make you come, angel, wanna watch you fall apart for me," he rasped softly, lifting his head marginally off the pillow to suck a bit of skin on Sam's neck into his mouth hard enough to bruise.
Sam groaned, low and long, as he shifted back to kneeling between Dean's legs, his fingers still scissored in his brother's ass.
"S'not gonna take long," he rasped, "Can feel it..."
He glanced from Dean's hole to his face and back, feeling the heat that'd been torturing him all this time reach a slow boil just waiting for him to blow.
"Dean...let me...please..." he murmured, wiggling his fingers while grasping a hold of his cock with the other hand.
Dean's eyes focused on Sam's face as his words slowly sank through his passion fogged mind. He drew in a deep breath and raised his chin a little where he lay on the bed, jaw clenching before he tore his eyes away from Sam and gaze a nod, "Yeah, okay."
Sam swallowed hard realizing he'd lost his brother again after how downright ecstatic he'd been just moments ago. He reached across himself to grab up the lube and pop it open again, drizzling a line along his cock before snapping it closed and beginning to stroke himself slowly while pressing his fingers in deep to brush across Dean's prostate again.
"I'll make it good for you, D, I promise, 'n we'll never have to do it again ever," he hushed then broke off into a low moan.
Dean hissed in a breath, body shuddering as Sam's fingers grazed across his prostate, his recently spent cock twitching at the feel of it.
He licked his lips, returning his gaze to Sam, watching as his brother stroked himself before his eyes lifted to Sam's face, "But if you like it," he shook his head and swallowed, a wry nervous smile twisting his lips, "Never could deny you anythin' you wanted, Sammy," he whispered.
Sam shook his head, he wasn't going to do that to Dean, not with this regardless of whether he wound up truly enjoying it or not.
"No, not unless we both want it, 'm not doin' this to you again," he murmured.
He slanted his mouth over Dean's again, kissing him slow and sweet as he pulled their fingers out and lined himself up with Dean's tight pucker. He took a deep breath between his brother's lips and his meeting and parting before slowly pushing just the head inside.
Dean sucked in a gasp of air, back arching slightly off the bed, one hand reaching for Sam's bicep, holding onto him with a death grip as he held his breath, forcing a smile for Sam's sake before he nodded a small whimper tearing from his throat.
"Breathe, D," whispered Sam soothingly, although his voice still sounded tight thanks to Dean squeezing him. "Jus' relax, don' have to move."
He gingerly reached between them and cupped Dean's balls, fondling them gently as he waited for Dean to relax enough for him to move forward.
Dean's lips parted on a gasp of air only to pant out afterward, his head rolling back and forth before his gaze met Sam's, "God, Sammy..." he rasped softly, lifting his head from the pillow to slant his mouth over Sam's, his hand on Sam's arm releasing it's death grip to slip up and around his brother's neck cupping his nape.
It felt strange to be the one giving not taking, to be the one trying to soothe and take care of rather than be the one cared for. Sam really didn't like it, well, his body liked it well enough but that just went naturally with being a guy. He groaned against Dean's lips, savoring the kiss and using it and his hand on his brother's balls to distract Dean as he eased in little by little always being aware of Dean's response to him.
Dean whimpered softly against Sam's mouth, his brow creasing, the reaction more from fear and his feeling beyond awkward than from actual pain. He'd been hurt a helluva lot worse than the aching burn that Sam's pushing inside of him was causing. His hips bucked, pressing back against Sam in Dean's usual, 'rip the band-aid off, get it over with' fashion that seemed to be his motto. His breath hitched in his throat as Sam's cock slid in a helluva lot deeper due to it, all in one go, eyes popping open to stare at Sam's face even with their lips still crushed together.
Tearing his lips from Sam's Dean panted his breaths, staring at Sam as though he had just gone completely insane. His hand slid away from Sam's nape, lowering to his own face, running his hand down it. He felt like Sam was about to rip him in half and full didn't even begin to describe the way he felt. 'And Sam likes this?' He would have actually asked, but he didn't want Sam feeling any worse about this than he already did though he made a mental note to really go slow with Sam from now on.
Sam gasped and buried his head against Dean's neck and shoulder beginning to understand what Dean meant when he remarked on him being tight. It felt like his brother was going to break his dick off and he wasn't even all the way in yet. 'How the hell does he manage to control himself?'wondered Sam, almost feeling like he could come right there and then from the pressure of Dean's body enveloping him. A litany of apologies ran amuck in the back of his head but he didn't give them voice, didn't want Dean to know how much it upset him to have to do this, to be forced into taking him like this. He pressed his lips against Dean's neck, dropping soft kisses along the column of his throat, working his way up to Dean's ear breathing heavily. For all the pressure the curse was putting on him he really wasn't enjoying this at all, wasn't sure if he could really go through with whatever it'd take to actually get himself off.
"Dean..." he panted, "once I'm in, roll us over...I can't...I want...want you to ride me...take control...please..."
Dean raised his arms, wrapping them around Sam; hands smoothing over his back and up into his hair. He closed his eyes and pushed back against his brother's cock, clenching his jaw, his hands stilling as he moved. Lifting his legs, he wrapped them around Sam's waist, locking his feet around his brother's lower back, pressing him down harder.
"S'okay, Sammy, I gotcha," Dean murmured the same phrase he always told Sam to sooth his worries away as he started to move his hands once more in soothing motions over Sam's back.
"I'll take care of it, of you... jus' like I always do, right?" Dean muttered brokenly between gasped grunts.
Sam pressed in as Dean pressed down, broken whimpers escaping his lips as his brother tried to soothe him and make this easier. It didn't ease the guilt but it got his body to override his head a little more easily allowing him to sink in deeper till he was finally in all the way to the base, his hips pressed to Dean's. He wrapped his arms around his brother, clinging tightly and sliding slightly to the side to give Dean the leverage to roll him over onto his back.
Dean dipped his head, pressing his lips to Sam's neck once he was fully sheathed inside of him. He lay there a few moments trying to get use to feeling like he had a watermelon up his ass, an overly long watermelon. He'd never paid that much attention to it before but Sam was pretty well proportionate in size. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened his eyes and pulled his head back before rolling them over. Slipping his arms out from around Sam he sat up on his brother eliciting a low deep groan from deep in his throat. Hissing in breaths he panted softly and leaned his upper body over Sam's, sliding his hands up and down his brother's sides.
"Sweet Jesus, Sammy, so fuckin' full..." he panted softly, "feel like yer gonna rip me in half," he rasped, tongue darting out to lick his lips, eyes fluttering closed momentarily before opening them once more to gaze into Sam's.
His hand slid up Sam's side to cup his cheek as Dean dipped his head, kissing Sam softly, tongue darting out to lick across his brother's lips teasingly between open mouthed kisses before he drew back marginally, just enough to be able to look into Sam's face once more.
"I love you, Sammy, an' I'll always take care of you," Dean murmured softly, lowering his head so his cheek was against Sam's, his mouth near his brother's ear, "s'my angel," he whispered as he started to slowly move on his brother.
Sam's hands slid down Dean's back as he sat up after they'd rolled, coming to rest on his hips. He gently caressed the jutting bone with his thumbs trying not to think, just feel the way Dean squeezed around him so tightly. He'd kept his eyes closed until they were settled and drew in a breath sharply at how Dean looked sitting astride him. He moaned into his brother's kisses then gazed into his eyes begging to be forgiven for this once it was all over.
"I love you too, D," he murmured, "M'hero...always."
He gasped when he felt Dean start to move, his head pressing back into the pillows with the intensity of having his dick buried deep in his brother's ass. He bucked upward slightly, unable to resist the pull of his brother's movement.
Dean's breath gasped out softly as Sam started to move with him, his hands both moving up, fingers carding into Sam's hair through he didn't lift his head, "That's it, s'okay, 's'it feel good, angel?" Dean murmured softly in his brother's ear, warm breath fanning against the shell.
He lifted his hips higher, slowly sliding back down Sam's length only to repeat the process again and again. He hissed in a breath, "Is it tight? S'hot, isn't it? Feel like yer gonna be squeezed in half?" He asked knowingly, nodding to his own words, "S'how you make me feel every time, Sammy... feels so good I can barely keep control... jus' wanna come s'a bad..."
"Mmmmm, yeah s'tight...feels like you could break me but s'good," murmured Sam breathlessly.
His hips rocked up to meet Dean's, the movement feeling more natural than the other position had allowed despite their roles being reversed.
"'N now y'see how I feel, so full when you're in me, so deep...but s'good...squeeze tight so I don't have to let you go..."
He nuzzled Dean's ear and along his jaw, sighing at the feel of his brother's stubble abrading his own soft skin and leaving soft nips and kisses in his wake.
Dean lowered his hips, gyrating them against Sam's and groaning as his brother's cock brushed up against his prostate, his dick trapped between them twitching in response.
Pulling his hands from Sam's hair, Dean wrapping his arms around his brother, sliding them between Sam's body and the mattress before he began ridding his cock with faster strokes, his inner muscles squeezing his brother almost rhythmically on each downward movement. His breaths panted out harder fanning against Sam's ear, low moans and soft mewled groans breaking from his throat.
Sam let out a guttural groan when Dean began to ride and squeeze him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head rolled against the pillow listening to the wanton sounds spilling from his brother.
"Yeah...yeah, jus' like that, D...oh God..."
He slid one of his hands from Dean's hips to reach for his brother's cock between them and stroke him firmly wanting to watch Dean come again. His strokes were jerky and rough at first then synchronized with the movement of Dean's hips against his own. His other hand slid up Dean's back to cup his neck as Sam turned his head to capture Dean's mouth, drinking in the soft pleasured sounds he was making and sharing his own as his tongue slipped inside. He could feel the heat rising and a fresh sweat breaking out on his skin, slicking the movement of his body against Dean's.
Slowly ending the kiss, Dean's eyes searched Sam's flushed face, noting his sweat wet bangs clinging to his forehead, the droplets of sweat that trickled down from his sideburns.
"Jesus, Sammy," Dean grunted the words before shifted the positioning of his arms, slipping one out from under his brother to reach up and smooth his brother's bangs up off his forehead, thumb wiping at the tear drop of sweat at his temple, "yer s'a hot," he panted softly, returning his attention to his brother's face. He shook his head slowly, "S'not helpin'?" He asked breathlessly as he continued to move against his brother, Sam's cock sliding in and out of his ass in fast smooth strokes.
"S'okay...fuck...s'supposed ta' happen...s'tha fever..." slurred Sam, leaning his cheek against Dean's hand.
His hips bucked up harder and more erratically as the heat began to pool low and heavy, coiling in his gut just waiting to burst and set Sam free of this wretched curse. He stroked Dean more fiercely, thumb smearing across the head spreading precome over his shaft. He writhed beneath his brother, gazing up into his passion hazed green eyes as he thrust as deeply as he could, trying to stroke against Dean's prostate with every thrust.
"C'mon, Dean," he panted, "Wanna see you come again...come wit' me..."
Dean groaned, sliding his hand away from Sam's face, wrapping it back around his brother, slipping it between his body and the mattress. He tightened his hold around Sam and with a grunted deep guttural groan lifted up, sitting back and bringing Sam up with him so he was almost sitting in Sam's lap, his own legs holding his weight and allowing him to continue to move. One hand slid up Sam's back to cup his head, fingers threading through his hair.
"S'okay," Dean panted heavily, "I gotcha," he swallowed hard and moaned, heat coiling low in his belly as Sam's cock brushed against his prostate with each thrust, "come, Sammy... come fer'me."
Dean's muscles tensed, back arching as his head lolled back, teeth clenching, face flushed. His cock pulsed in his brother's hand, nipples pebbling, tendon in his neck protruding as he panted through his teeth, nostrils flared.
"Sa - Sammy!" Dean shouted his brother's name, body bucking against Sam's as he started to come, hot spurts of his cum raining down over his brother's fisted hand and between them to wet the curling hair where their bodies joined, droplets catching against their lower stomachs.
Sam managed to force his eyes to stay open long enough to watch his brother come before the feel of Dean's muscles clamping down around him finally snapped him.
"Dean!" he cried out, cock pulsing and shooting deep inside his brother.
His hands clung to Dean's hips, pulling him forward against him as he rode out the fiery waves that seemed to shoot through him as the curse was satisfied. When he'd finally filled his brother to what felt like overflowing he swayed and fell back, slipping from Dean's embrace, to fall against the pillows, completely drained and bordering on unconscious.
Dean slowly leaned forward, lowering himself down over his brother and raised up slowly, letting Sam's cock slip from his ass with a hissed breath and soft groan.
Stretching his legs out slowly, sliding them against the bed, Dean rolled off his brother with an exhausted sigh. Reaching for Sam, Dean wrapped his arms back around him, pulled Sam over his upper body draped over his chest, hand smoothing over his brother's hair as he laid there, head pillowed against his heart.
"I love you, Sammy," Dean softly murmured breathlessly before closing his eyes.
"I love you too, D," breathed Sam, sleepily, "'N m'sorry..."
He draped an arm over Dean's shoulders, holding him close stroking his back lazily trying to hold onto the joy in the curse being gone rather than the guilt he felt from what it'd made him do and how it might affect things between them.
Dean frowned, "Sorry fer what, angel?" he asked softly, running his hand in soothing strokes through Sam's hair.
"For getting my stupid ass cursed," murmured Sam, "For having to go places neither of us wanted to because of it."
He swallowed hard and wished he could burrow deeper into the bed to hide how embarrassed he was by the whole mess.
Dean moved his hand off Sam's back, the one in Sam's hair stilling. Lifting the hand that had been laying against Sam's back he slapped Sam on the ass, "First off, I like this ass, s'not stupid," he corrected, cupping the cheek he'd just abused. His hand in Sam's hair stroking once more before using it to hook his brother's chin with his finger, forcing him to tilt his head so he could look into his face, "an' second," he shook his head, "s'okay," he licked his lips, "s'kinda awkward, but s'okay," his hand pulled away from his face to card through Sam's hair at the side of his face, "M'always gonna take care of you, Sammy... always."
Sam jumped a little at first at the smack to his ass then relaxed as he felt Dean caress the cheek he'd slapped and resume stroking his hair. He nodded in agreement about what'd just happened being awkward. It'd felt good at the time but it wasn't enough to make Sam want it like that ever again.
"I know," he whispered, "'N just so ya' know, I don't care if you want it or not, unless it's a matter of life and death I'm not gonna top you again. I don't like it. It felt funky being the one who was makin' sure we both got off rather than bein' the one just lying there takin' and enjoying it."
He let out a wry chuckle as he rested his head against Dean's, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Honestly, I think it was hotter watchin' you come on my fingers than on my dick," he said with a soft smile.
Dean's lips curved into a small smile, "Never knew you’d wanna," he shrugged a shoulder and nodded, "we can do that" he licked his lips tightening his hand in Sam's hair into a fist and gently moving his brother's head with it, lifting his own up off the pillow to lick into Sam's mouth tangling his tongue with Sam's.
Slowly pulling away, Dean let his head fall back against the pillows with a soft smile as he released Sam's hair, sliding his hand down to the side of his face, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone.
"Ya feelin' better now, angel?" He asked softly.
Sam licked his lips and sighed contentedly as Dean released him from the kiss. He gazed into his brother's eyes as he nodded and shifted to lay on his side more facing Dean.
"Mmmmm, yeah, much better...it's all gone...wherever that tricky little bastard is I hope he chokes on the next rabbit he eats," he huffed half-heartedly.
He lifted his hand to cup Dean's cheek, running his thumb over his brother's freckles as he felt weariness begin to take hold.
"Dunno about you, but I'm exhausted," he sighed.
Dean nodded, "Could sleep," he yawned then as if to attest to that idea.
He pulled Sam in as close as he could, rolling toward him, tangling his legs with his brother's, a mischievous lazy smile tugging at his lips, "So Sammy busted my cherry..." he chuckled, squeezing Sam in his arms and pressing a kiss to his brother's forehead.
Sam blushed snuggling deeper into his brother's arms and leaned in to kiss Dean tenderly, his lips brushing against his brother's softly before he rested his head against Dean's.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, now neither of us are virgins," he chuckled, "Least this means we won't be bait for skeevy witch sacrifices or things like that. All protected. You're mine and I'm yours."
Dean frowned, "I think the whole virgin sacrifice thing only pertains to ever doing it at all," he smirked, "an' I had that one covered." He chucked softly and nodded, "Yeah, all yours Sammy, all yours," he murmured, snuggling up to his brother and closing his eyes.
"Never know," mumbled Sam.
His eyes drifted closed and his arms sagged as he felt himself slowly falling asleep in Dean's embrace.
"Love you, m'Dean," he slurred, before he was out like a light.
Dean's lips curved upward sleepily, "Mm, love you too, m'Sammy... love you too."
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