Fix You (Chapter 12)
Title: Fix You (Chapter 12)
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Warnings: Wincest, Drug Use/Reference
Summary: Based on the song "Fix You" by Coldplay. At sixteen years old, Sam Winchester is turning to heroin to cope with his unrequitted love for his brother. Can Dean stop him before it's too late?
A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short...basically PWP. But, I have already started on the next one!
Masterpost
Sam pushed Dean down to the bed with surprising ease and tenderness despite his burning need, never allowing their lips to part for more than a moment. The elder boy brought his hands to grasp the slender waist above him, pulling down to grind deliciously against warm flesh. Sam moaned into the kiss, using his own hands to trail up to his lover’s shoulders. Oh, how he ached to pull himself closer. Which he did, of course.
Dean managed (somehow) to remove their boxers, allowing both of their erections to spring free and touch, sending shivers down his spine. Sam ground down against him, looking deeply into the twin green abysses that were Dean’s eyes. Dean saw how Sam’s eyes were glazed over with lust. He took the opportunity to roll them over.
Sam was flat against the mattress now, running his fingers through his lover’s hair. He gasped wantonly as Dean broke the kiss and trailed new ones down to the nape of his neck. Even in his sex-haze, Dean knew that it drove Sam wild.
“Dean, I need it. Please!” He urged, reaching over for the lube. When he found it, he placed it on the bed beside them, hoping Dean would get the hint.
“I told you, Sammy,” He whispered, liberally applying lube to three fingers, “that I’d make it better.”
Suddenly two of the long, slender fingers were breaching him, filling him up, splitting him open. It shouldn’t have felt that good, especially since both the previous times they hade done this, Dean had only went one at a time, but it did. The sting of it was a nice distraction.
Dean swallowed his lover’s moan with another searing kiss, sloppier than he’d ever kissed before. And it so shouldn’t be hot, but it is. Sam’s body begged for his touch, and as much as he hated what sent him into this frenzy, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Nor could he care that their father was just down the hall.
Sam knew instinctively that Dean had added a third finger, but he didn’t really feel the sting. He was simply too far gone. He needed more. Sam pushed down, trying desperately to get Dean to go faster. Faster than he could process what was happening, he felt the fingers stroking him were replaced by the thick length of his brother. Moaning was no longer an option, as breathy gasps replaced them.
“God- Dean! Feels so good!”
Dean took the encouraging words to mean he could move. He pulled entirely out, and pressed back in quickly. He wasn’t about to be gentle; after all, Sam needed to feel it.
“Fuck!” Sam cried out.
“That’s the point!”
Sam fisted his hands into the bed sheets, much like he had with his father’s shirt maybe five minutes before. This time, without the agony. He felt every stroke like a remedy to his ails and a balm for his aching body. It was overwhelming, sure, but it was bliss.
Dean re-angled his hips, assaulting Sam’s sweet spot in every thrust. The sounds that Sam was making, accompanied by the delicious drag, forced Dean to the edge.
“Ugh…Sammy! So close!” He breathed, once again claiming his lover’s lips, taking in his hand the leaking hard on between them.
Two more strokes and they were coming together, Sam screaming his lover’s name as if it were the answer to life itself. Dean bit the pillow beside them roughly to muffle his scream. When it was over, Dean pulled out and rolled them to lie on their sides, still facing one another.
“Feeling better, Sammy?”
“Yeah, De,” He nuzzled sleepily into the crook of his lover’s neck, “I’m good.”
Chapter 13 -->
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Warnings: Wincest, Drug Use/Reference
Summary: Based on the song "Fix You" by Coldplay. At sixteen years old, Sam Winchester is turning to heroin to cope with his unrequitted love for his brother. Can Dean stop him before it's too late?
A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short...basically PWP. But, I have already started on the next one!
Masterpost
Sam pushed Dean down to the bed with surprising ease and tenderness despite his burning need, never allowing their lips to part for more than a moment. The elder boy brought his hands to grasp the slender waist above him, pulling down to grind deliciously against warm flesh. Sam moaned into the kiss, using his own hands to trail up to his lover’s shoulders. Oh, how he ached to pull himself closer. Which he did, of course.
Dean managed (somehow) to remove their boxers, allowing both of their erections to spring free and touch, sending shivers down his spine. Sam ground down against him, looking deeply into the twin green abysses that were Dean’s eyes. Dean saw how Sam’s eyes were glazed over with lust. He took the opportunity to roll them over.
Sam was flat against the mattress now, running his fingers through his lover’s hair. He gasped wantonly as Dean broke the kiss and trailed new ones down to the nape of his neck. Even in his sex-haze, Dean knew that it drove Sam wild.
“Dean, I need it. Please!” He urged, reaching over for the lube. When he found it, he placed it on the bed beside them, hoping Dean would get the hint.
“I told you, Sammy,” He whispered, liberally applying lube to three fingers, “that I’d make it better.”
Suddenly two of the long, slender fingers were breaching him, filling him up, splitting him open. It shouldn’t have felt that good, especially since both the previous times they hade done this, Dean had only went one at a time, but it did. The sting of it was a nice distraction.
Dean swallowed his lover’s moan with another searing kiss, sloppier than he’d ever kissed before. And it so shouldn’t be hot, but it is. Sam’s body begged for his touch, and as much as he hated what sent him into this frenzy, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Nor could he care that their father was just down the hall.
Sam knew instinctively that Dean had added a third finger, but he didn’t really feel the sting. He was simply too far gone. He needed more. Sam pushed down, trying desperately to get Dean to go faster. Faster than he could process what was happening, he felt the fingers stroking him were replaced by the thick length of his brother. Moaning was no longer an option, as breathy gasps replaced them.
“God- Dean! Feels so good!”
Dean took the encouraging words to mean he could move. He pulled entirely out, and pressed back in quickly. He wasn’t about to be gentle; after all, Sam needed to feel it.
“Fuck!” Sam cried out.
“That’s the point!”
Sam fisted his hands into the bed sheets, much like he had with his father’s shirt maybe five minutes before. This time, without the agony. He felt every stroke like a remedy to his ails and a balm for his aching body. It was overwhelming, sure, but it was bliss.
Dean re-angled his hips, assaulting Sam’s sweet spot in every thrust. The sounds that Sam was making, accompanied by the delicious drag, forced Dean to the edge.
“Ugh…Sammy! So close!” He breathed, once again claiming his lover’s lips, taking in his hand the leaking hard on between them.
Two more strokes and they were coming together, Sam screaming his lover’s name as if it were the answer to life itself. Dean bit the pillow beside them roughly to muffle his scream. When it was over, Dean pulled out and rolled them to lie on their sides, still facing one another.
“Feeling better, Sammy?”
“Yeah, De,” He nuzzled sleepily into the crook of his lover’s neck, “I’m good.”
Chapter 13 -->