Aurum - Sam/Dean - R (watersports)
Title: Aurum
Author: benitle
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Fandom: Supernatural FPF
Summary: Sam has a kink and no idea how to tell Dean.
Word count: 3,188 words
Warnings; spoilers: Wincest, watersports; no spoilers
Notes: Written for oxoniensis and the spn_holidays challenge. Out of her prompts, I selected First time Dean/Sam watersports! I hope you like it, Signe. Many, many thanks to frayen for the quick and very awesome beta. ♥
The characters don't belong to me, I only borrowed them. No money is being made, no copyright infringement intended. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
A kink is something that just doesn't suddenly appear one day. Normally, a kink is something that develops slowly over a certain period of time without people even noticing that they're developing a particular fondness for something.
When Sam thinks about his own kink, he is embarrassed; he is ashamed because he believes this is just another thing which simply can't be normal. He gave up desiring normal a long time ago but that doesn't mean he feels more comfortable with his less than normal sexual preferences.
A while back, the need to talk to someone about this became overwhelming and even though Sam could talk to Dean about anything as long as it involved sex and their sex life, he's not sure Dean would understand about this. Their sex is anything but vanilla but still Sam doesn't have the necessary confidence to bring up what's been weighing on his mind for years.
This steadily growing need to talk leads to a registration in an anonymous forum. It's a place where people write about their habits and sexual fantasies, a place where people talk about their experiences and give each other advice. It's a place totally free of judgment or accusations and for the first time ever, Sam feels comfortable admitting that he's one of them.
He doesn't frequent the forum for too long though. Soon enough, he realizes that he's got all the information he needs. Soon enough, he realizes that there's nothing new anymore and that it's better to move on.
He leaves the forum without making a fuss over it but there's one thing that he does take with him, as a kind of parting gift: self-confidence. He might not be ready to talk to Dean about his kinky fantasies yet, but at least Sam doesn't feel like a freak anymore. He's been exchanging ideas frequently with a user called golden rain who gave Sam advice on how to come out to his partner - Dean - and one day, Sam's going to do it. One day, Sam's going to tell Dean about how the thought of watersports turns him on.
Given his and Dean's history, he believes that things have been more or less predestined to take this turn. No really. It might sound strange but when Sam recalls the various ages and events in his life, especially in his childhood topics such as basic human body needs and basic hygiene always had a connection to Dean.
Sam thinks the origins of his kink started at the age of two when Dean is the one who potty trains him. It should have been left to John to explain to him and to show him how to use a toilet but John is too caught up in the hunt, too caught up with finding his way around all the new information on the supernatural elements that he discovers after Mary's death to even pay much attention to this basic function.
Later on when Sam is five and Dean is nine, Dean explains to him that real men stand up when they take a piss and that only girls sit down. He shows Sam how he doesn't have to undress completely, how he's got to hold his dick and how to shake off the last drops.
When Sam's 15, Dean injures both arms so badly that John takes him to a hospital. Dean doesn't need a cast but his arms are in slings and wrapped tightly in gauze bandages; the doctor gives the order to keep them still. Which means there's no way around it; Dean needs assistance in the bathroom. Dean tries a few times but he just can't lower his fly and take a piss by himself.
It's weird at first because, of course, the boys had developed a natural sense of shame over the years. But when Dean admits shyly that he really does not want Dad's help with this, Sam pulls himself together and lends Dean his hands. There's nothing sexual about it as Sam stands behind Dean to hold his cock while Dean relieves his bladder. Intimate, sure, but sexual no.
After that, neither Sam nor Dean bothers with closing the bathroom door when they are taking a piss if it's only the two of them in the motel room. It's something they don't really care about anymore, just like they don't care about self-consciousness when using the toilet while the other is taking a shower. They're practically living in each other's pocket and personal space is something that hardly exists for them now.
So things were intimate between them for a long time. But there is nothing sexual until just before Sam leaves for college and he begins to acknowledge the funny stirring in his belly whenever he hears Dean use the bathroom.
At first, Sam just ignores the twitch of his dick whenever Dean relieves himself. He tries not to think too much of it but the unwanted sensation just won't go away. Of course, Sam knows what arousal feels like and when he realizes that he's actually turned on whenever he hears Dean take a piss, he's immediately ashamed. Sometimes he even goes as far as imaging how it looks like, how Dean holds his cock and how he'll shake off the last drops and the last thing he would do in such a situation is dare touch himself. His embarrassment and guilt outweigh any pleasure he might feel.
Sam leaves for Stanford and doesn't think about his burgeoning kink.
The weird feelings Sam repressed before come back with a vengeance when he's in the car with Dean again. Their search for Dad hasn't been successful and the only thing they got out of it so far are a few odd jobs here and there.
They solve another salt and burn case but the town sheriff doesn't look too happy when he finds Sam and Dean at the cemetery, setting things on fire. So they run to the Impala, get in and head straight out of town.
They've been driving for at least one and a half hours but still, they keep going. Dean's been fidgeting next to Sam in the passenger seat for a while and at first Sam thought maybe Dean was hurt. But when he starts searching through the Impala and asks Sam whether they've got an empty bottle lying around, Sam's eyes widen in shock.
"Dean, I could stop if you've got to take a leak," Sam suggests but Dean just shakes his head, he grins when he finds a bottle and insists that Sam keep on driving.
The sound of Dean's zipper being lowered is painfully loud in the otherwise quiet car and there's a feeling of something in Sam's stomach that he thought long forgotten. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam watches Dean as he coordinates his cock and the bottle in order not to spill anything into his precious car.
Sam's own dick hardens, the sounds and sight next to him awaken desires he's given his all to ignore, to forget. Quickly, Sam turns his attention back to the road. He's glad that Dean's so engrossed with pissing into the bottle that he doesn't notice Sam's burning cheeks, his embarrassment and his guilt.
Then Dean takes a nap and when he wakes, Sam suggests they stop at a motel. Once they're inside the room, Sam makes a beeline for the bathroom to take a shower. He runs a firm hand over his shaft, working his cock as the warm water runs down his back.
That's when Sam starts searching the net for people who have similar fantasies like him. He learns that his particular kink goes under the name of watersports or golden showers. He learns that there are entire porn websites dedicated to the topic but Sam never really looks at one. Instead, he finds the forum. He learns that there is no reason to be ashamed and that he should be okay with his sexual dreams and fantasies and accept them for what they are.
Sam's got a pretty clear idea of what he wants and what he doesn't want. Other users in the forum spoke about how they enjoy peeing into their partners' mouths but Sam's sure this takes things a little too far. However, he doesn't object the idea of mabye Dean relieving himself on him.
He's still searching for a way to tell Dean and suggest that maybe they could take a shower together and try it out, when the ideal situation to admit his fantasies comes surprisingly and unexpectedly.
Sam takes a shower as Dean enters the bathroom to take a leak. Business as usual. Peaking out behind the shower curtain, Sam watches Dean relieve himself, watches how Dean's face relaxes as his full bladder empties, watches as the golden stream splashes into the toilet.
"Dude, this turn you on?" Dean asks out of the blue, interrupting Sam's thoughts.
"I- uh-," Sam stutters and Dean just gives him a weird look as he shakes off and tucks himself back in, before flushing the toilet.
Dean lowers his gaze, staring at Sam's crotch, and Sam realizes he's hard and that Dean's noticed. Sam's cheeks burn and despite this being the perfect moment to admit, yes, this does turn me on, he just can't say it. Dean shakes his head, grins and walks out of the bathroom. On his way out, he tells Sam to hurry up and beat off. With a final threat to kill Sam if he uses all of the hot water, Dean closes the bathroom door behind him.
Sam wants to die of humiliation and shame.
Sam keeps being mad at himself for chickening out and not telling Dean. God, he's such a loser.
The next chance to tell Dean comes just as surprisingly and unexpectedly as the last one. They're working another job, a vengeful spirit, a job that results in Sam being slammed hard into a wall. Dean takes care of the ghost and then he takes care of Sam.
Sam's shoulder is sprained and bruised but thankfully not dislocated or broken. It still hurts as all hell when Dean helps Sam undress and then starts the shower for the water to warm up. Sam can barely move his shoulder but he's a Winchester and that means he's not a wuss.
"Can you move it?" Dean asks, carefully touching Sam's shoulder.
Sam grits his teeth. "Yeah, but it hurts real bad."
Dean only nods and helps Sam into the shower. Then Dean climbs into the tub and stands behind Sam. Carefully, he washes Sam using his hands to work up a thick lather of soap, spreading it over Sam's skin.
"That okay?" Dean asks.
Sam doesn't know where his answer comes from, maybe it's a result of the painkiller he took, maybe it's a result of the knowledge that Dean won't deny him anything, especially not when he's hurt, maybe it's just stupidity, but what Sam says, surprises even himself.
"Dean?"
"What, Sammy?" Dean answers. He kisses the nape of Sam's neck, where Sam's curls are already damp from the hot steam of the shower.
Sam hesitates for a moment, unsure of Dean's reaction. "Can- can you maybe pee on my shoulder? I- I read that urine is a good natural remedy against sprains and bruises."
As soon as it's out, Sam's cheeks burn even hotter than the warm steam of the water. He wishes he could take it back, he's glad that Dean's standing behind him so he doesn't have to look at Dean's surely disgusted face.
"You want me to do what?" Dean asks.
"I- I-," Sam doesn't dare repeat what he just said.
"Dude, I'm not pissing on you!" Dean exclaims and something inside Sam twists. This is going just like he thought - just like he feared it would.
Suddenly, Sam feels the need to get away from Dean. He feels vulnerable, having given Dean such an insight into his most secret desire. When he turns to get out of the tub, Dean's hold on him tightens and there's no getting away, at least not in his injured and hurting state.
"Where did you read that anyways?" Dean asks, still holding Sam firmly. "Goldenshowers.com or what? Sammy, you know that is only an excuse for some people to justify their kinks, right?"
He doesn't say sick kink and there is no disgust in Dean's voice, but still Sam's uncomfortable and doesn't want to discuss this with Dean anymore. Not now, not ever. It was a mistake to ask Dean and he shouldn’t have done it.
"Dean," Sam pleads, "Let's forget I said anything and go to bed. Please."
Dean makes a shushing noise against the back of Sam's neck and Sam notices how Dean's arms loosen around his waist but not letting go completely. Dean doesn't say anything immediately as he begins stroking his hands over Sam's skin. The movements of Dean's fingertips are soft, showing a tenderness that only comes to light when they are in bed.
The touch does wonders to Sam as he relaxes into Dean's embrace, his eyes drifting shut. Dean huffs a breath against Sam's neck, making him shiver and suddenly, Sam can almost feel Dean grin.
"Good for healing, you said?" he whispers.
"Uh- I-," Sam stutters, only for Dean to laugh softly at him. It's not sneering or taunting, it's anything but.
"Well, Sammy," Dean says and kisses Sam's neck again. "After you sported wood on me just because you saw me take a leak, I did a bit of reading myself. And you know if there's anything I can do for you…" Dean trails off.
"I thought you said you weren't gonna piss on me," he blurts out.
"Just kidding, you kinky bastard," Dean laughs before he nips at Sam's throat.
"Dean," Sam whines. He wishes Dean wouldn't make any jokes about this right now, he's embarrassed enough as it is and Dean adding fuel to the fire is making it worse.
Dean seems to get the idea and instead he asks, "So, how d'you wanna do this?"
At first, Sam's perplexed. He never imagined Dean to agree to this, hell, he imagined all kinds of bad scenarios when telling Dean. So yeah, he never thought about how he'd want to do this. For a start, he's glad they're in the shower, just in case they'll make a mess - which is probably inevitable now that Sam thinks about it.
Quickly, he tries to remember what the other users in the forum wrote and how they did it. Then Sam says, "I'll get on my knees and then- then you- you just let it- uh- flow."
He knows he must be turning a deeper crimson but he doesn't care now. His cock gives an excited twitch at the idea of one of Sam's deepest fantasies coming true. Dean's arms still support Sam as he gets on his knees in front of Dean. The tub is slippery wet and the last thing Sam wants is to fall over onto his injured shoulder.
"Hey," Dean says and when Sam looks up to him, he goes on, "Turn around. I wanna see you and how this turns you on."
There's a smile on his face and Sam feels incredibly self-conscious. Still, he turns around, and looks straight at Dean. Sam smiles at him and gives a quick nod. Then Dean takes his cock in his hand and- pees. He aims for Sam's shoulder, the golden liquid, comfortably warm against Sam's skin. Perverse as it may sound, but Sam just can't suppress the moan that escapes his throat.
Sam's eyes never leave Dean as Dean licks his lips in concentration. Only for a split second does Dean look away from Sam's shoulder seeking Sam's eyes. There's a clear expression of lust in them, an expression that Sam has seen many, many times and he can't help but smile in relief because Dean is not disgusted like Sam feared.
The stream flows from Sam's shoulder to his chest and Sam's cock hardens. One of his hands falls into his lap as he starts stroking himself. His other hand moves to his chest, running through Dean's piss that's coating him.
Once Dean's done, his bladder empty, he squeezes his cock a little before he begins stroking it. Through half-lidded eyes, Sam watches as Dean's erection grows while he feels the urine on his chest trickle down to his abs and into his pubes. He spreads some of the liquid onto his hard dick as he keeps working it hard and hot in his hand.
Dean's eyes are squeezed shut and his dick is deep red. Without thinking, Sam bends forward and closes his lips around the head, licking away a few single drops of golden liquid. Immediately, Dean releases a guttural moan and removes his hand from his dick, letting Sam work.
This is something Sam has done many times before, something he knows he's good at, something he knows Dean enjoys. Sam knows how to use his teeth and tongue, how to give Dean the biggest pleasure. Sam closes his eyes and doesn't stop Dean as he slowly starts pushing into his mouth. His hand keeps moving over his own dick, stroking and squeezing.
Dean's thrusts become more and more uncoordinated and Sam knows that it won't take long. His own orgasm is building in the pit of his stomach; he's so incredibly turned on.
"Can- Can I come on- on your face?" Dean moans.
Sam pulls off from his cock. "Yeah."
Only a few more jerks and white come splatters on Sam's face. His own dick twitches and his hot release lands on the bottom of the tub. The only thing to be heard is the harsh panting of Sam and Dean and the ripple of the now cold water.
They don't speak as Dean helps Sam stand up again and they rinse the come and piss quickly off. They still don't speak as Dean towels Sam down, paying particular attention to his injured shoulder.
As they lie down in bed, Sam feels deeply sated, a sensation of calmness and relaxation clinging to him, something he hasn't felt in a long time. He's a little worried about asking Dean about what they just did and whether Dean is disgusted, but something inside him is so much at ease because of what happened that he decides to push the thought away for another minute. The intimacy he felt, the knowledge that this is something Dean would never do with anyone but him and he wouldn't ever do this with anyone but Dean, makes a warm feeling spread in the pit of Sam's stomach.
Eventually he says, "Hey, Dean. Are you okay?"
Dean doesn't answer immediately. "I am if you are," is his eventual reply.
Sam smiles and presses his body closer to Dean. He's just about to drift off to sleep, when he thinks he hears Dean whisper, "Maybe next time, I can piss on your face, if you want me to."
Author: benitle
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Fandom: Supernatural FPF
Summary: Sam has a kink and no idea how to tell Dean.
Word count: 3,188 words
Warnings; spoilers: Wincest, watersports; no spoilers
Notes: Written for oxoniensis and the spn_holidays challenge. Out of her prompts, I selected First time Dean/Sam watersports! I hope you like it, Signe. Many, many thanks to frayen for the quick and very awesome beta. ♥
The characters don't belong to me, I only borrowed them. No money is being made, no copyright infringement intended. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
A kink is something that just doesn't suddenly appear one day. Normally, a kink is something that develops slowly over a certain period of time without people even noticing that they're developing a particular fondness for something.
When Sam thinks about his own kink, he is embarrassed; he is ashamed because he believes this is just another thing which simply can't be normal. He gave up desiring normal a long time ago but that doesn't mean he feels more comfortable with his less than normal sexual preferences.
A while back, the need to talk to someone about this became overwhelming and even though Sam could talk to Dean about anything as long as it involved sex and their sex life, he's not sure Dean would understand about this. Their sex is anything but vanilla but still Sam doesn't have the necessary confidence to bring up what's been weighing on his mind for years.
This steadily growing need to talk leads to a registration in an anonymous forum. It's a place where people write about their habits and sexual fantasies, a place where people talk about their experiences and give each other advice. It's a place totally free of judgment or accusations and for the first time ever, Sam feels comfortable admitting that he's one of them.
He doesn't frequent the forum for too long though. Soon enough, he realizes that he's got all the information he needs. Soon enough, he realizes that there's nothing new anymore and that it's better to move on.
He leaves the forum without making a fuss over it but there's one thing that he does take with him, as a kind of parting gift: self-confidence. He might not be ready to talk to Dean about his kinky fantasies yet, but at least Sam doesn't feel like a freak anymore. He's been exchanging ideas frequently with a user called golden rain who gave Sam advice on how to come out to his partner - Dean - and one day, Sam's going to do it. One day, Sam's going to tell Dean about how the thought of watersports turns him on.
Given his and Dean's history, he believes that things have been more or less predestined to take this turn. No really. It might sound strange but when Sam recalls the various ages and events in his life, especially in his childhood topics such as basic human body needs and basic hygiene always had a connection to Dean.
Sam thinks the origins of his kink started at the age of two when Dean is the one who potty trains him. It should have been left to John to explain to him and to show him how to use a toilet but John is too caught up in the hunt, too caught up with finding his way around all the new information on the supernatural elements that he discovers after Mary's death to even pay much attention to this basic function.
Later on when Sam is five and Dean is nine, Dean explains to him that real men stand up when they take a piss and that only girls sit down. He shows Sam how he doesn't have to undress completely, how he's got to hold his dick and how to shake off the last drops.
When Sam's 15, Dean injures both arms so badly that John takes him to a hospital. Dean doesn't need a cast but his arms are in slings and wrapped tightly in gauze bandages; the doctor gives the order to keep them still. Which means there's no way around it; Dean needs assistance in the bathroom. Dean tries a few times but he just can't lower his fly and take a piss by himself.
It's weird at first because, of course, the boys had developed a natural sense of shame over the years. But when Dean admits shyly that he really does not want Dad's help with this, Sam pulls himself together and lends Dean his hands. There's nothing sexual about it as Sam stands behind Dean to hold his cock while Dean relieves his bladder. Intimate, sure, but sexual no.
After that, neither Sam nor Dean bothers with closing the bathroom door when they are taking a piss if it's only the two of them in the motel room. It's something they don't really care about anymore, just like they don't care about self-consciousness when using the toilet while the other is taking a shower. They're practically living in each other's pocket and personal space is something that hardly exists for them now.
So things were intimate between them for a long time. But there is nothing sexual until just before Sam leaves for college and he begins to acknowledge the funny stirring in his belly whenever he hears Dean use the bathroom.
At first, Sam just ignores the twitch of his dick whenever Dean relieves himself. He tries not to think too much of it but the unwanted sensation just won't go away. Of course, Sam knows what arousal feels like and when he realizes that he's actually turned on whenever he hears Dean take a piss, he's immediately ashamed. Sometimes he even goes as far as imaging how it looks like, how Dean holds his cock and how he'll shake off the last drops and the last thing he would do in such a situation is dare touch himself. His embarrassment and guilt outweigh any pleasure he might feel.
Sam leaves for Stanford and doesn't think about his burgeoning kink.
The weird feelings Sam repressed before come back with a vengeance when he's in the car with Dean again. Their search for Dad hasn't been successful and the only thing they got out of it so far are a few odd jobs here and there.
They solve another salt and burn case but the town sheriff doesn't look too happy when he finds Sam and Dean at the cemetery, setting things on fire. So they run to the Impala, get in and head straight out of town.
They've been driving for at least one and a half hours but still, they keep going. Dean's been fidgeting next to Sam in the passenger seat for a while and at first Sam thought maybe Dean was hurt. But when he starts searching through the Impala and asks Sam whether they've got an empty bottle lying around, Sam's eyes widen in shock.
"Dean, I could stop if you've got to take a leak," Sam suggests but Dean just shakes his head, he grins when he finds a bottle and insists that Sam keep on driving.
The sound of Dean's zipper being lowered is painfully loud in the otherwise quiet car and there's a feeling of something in Sam's stomach that he thought long forgotten. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam watches Dean as he coordinates his cock and the bottle in order not to spill anything into his precious car.
Sam's own dick hardens, the sounds and sight next to him awaken desires he's given his all to ignore, to forget. Quickly, Sam turns his attention back to the road. He's glad that Dean's so engrossed with pissing into the bottle that he doesn't notice Sam's burning cheeks, his embarrassment and his guilt.
Then Dean takes a nap and when he wakes, Sam suggests they stop at a motel. Once they're inside the room, Sam makes a beeline for the bathroom to take a shower. He runs a firm hand over his shaft, working his cock as the warm water runs down his back.
That's when Sam starts searching the net for people who have similar fantasies like him. He learns that his particular kink goes under the name of watersports or golden showers. He learns that there are entire porn websites dedicated to the topic but Sam never really looks at one. Instead, he finds the forum. He learns that there is no reason to be ashamed and that he should be okay with his sexual dreams and fantasies and accept them for what they are.
Sam's got a pretty clear idea of what he wants and what he doesn't want. Other users in the forum spoke about how they enjoy peeing into their partners' mouths but Sam's sure this takes things a little too far. However, he doesn't object the idea of mabye Dean relieving himself on him.
He's still searching for a way to tell Dean and suggest that maybe they could take a shower together and try it out, when the ideal situation to admit his fantasies comes surprisingly and unexpectedly.
Sam takes a shower as Dean enters the bathroom to take a leak. Business as usual. Peaking out behind the shower curtain, Sam watches Dean relieve himself, watches how Dean's face relaxes as his full bladder empties, watches as the golden stream splashes into the toilet.
"Dude, this turn you on?" Dean asks out of the blue, interrupting Sam's thoughts.
"I- uh-," Sam stutters and Dean just gives him a weird look as he shakes off and tucks himself back in, before flushing the toilet.
Dean lowers his gaze, staring at Sam's crotch, and Sam realizes he's hard and that Dean's noticed. Sam's cheeks burn and despite this being the perfect moment to admit, yes, this does turn me on, he just can't say it. Dean shakes his head, grins and walks out of the bathroom. On his way out, he tells Sam to hurry up and beat off. With a final threat to kill Sam if he uses all of the hot water, Dean closes the bathroom door behind him.
Sam wants to die of humiliation and shame.
Sam keeps being mad at himself for chickening out and not telling Dean. God, he's such a loser.
The next chance to tell Dean comes just as surprisingly and unexpectedly as the last one. They're working another job, a vengeful spirit, a job that results in Sam being slammed hard into a wall. Dean takes care of the ghost and then he takes care of Sam.
Sam's shoulder is sprained and bruised but thankfully not dislocated or broken. It still hurts as all hell when Dean helps Sam undress and then starts the shower for the water to warm up. Sam can barely move his shoulder but he's a Winchester and that means he's not a wuss.
"Can you move it?" Dean asks, carefully touching Sam's shoulder.
Sam grits his teeth. "Yeah, but it hurts real bad."
Dean only nods and helps Sam into the shower. Then Dean climbs into the tub and stands behind Sam. Carefully, he washes Sam using his hands to work up a thick lather of soap, spreading it over Sam's skin.
"That okay?" Dean asks.
Sam doesn't know where his answer comes from, maybe it's a result of the painkiller he took, maybe it's a result of the knowledge that Dean won't deny him anything, especially not when he's hurt, maybe it's just stupidity, but what Sam says, surprises even himself.
"Dean?"
"What, Sammy?" Dean answers. He kisses the nape of Sam's neck, where Sam's curls are already damp from the hot steam of the shower.
Sam hesitates for a moment, unsure of Dean's reaction. "Can- can you maybe pee on my shoulder? I- I read that urine is a good natural remedy against sprains and bruises."
As soon as it's out, Sam's cheeks burn even hotter than the warm steam of the water. He wishes he could take it back, he's glad that Dean's standing behind him so he doesn't have to look at Dean's surely disgusted face.
"You want me to do what?" Dean asks.
"I- I-," Sam doesn't dare repeat what he just said.
"Dude, I'm not pissing on you!" Dean exclaims and something inside Sam twists. This is going just like he thought - just like he feared it would.
Suddenly, Sam feels the need to get away from Dean. He feels vulnerable, having given Dean such an insight into his most secret desire. When he turns to get out of the tub, Dean's hold on him tightens and there's no getting away, at least not in his injured and hurting state.
"Where did you read that anyways?" Dean asks, still holding Sam firmly. "Goldenshowers.com or what? Sammy, you know that is only an excuse for some people to justify their kinks, right?"
He doesn't say sick kink and there is no disgust in Dean's voice, but still Sam's uncomfortable and doesn't want to discuss this with Dean anymore. Not now, not ever. It was a mistake to ask Dean and he shouldn’t have done it.
"Dean," Sam pleads, "Let's forget I said anything and go to bed. Please."
Dean makes a shushing noise against the back of Sam's neck and Sam notices how Dean's arms loosen around his waist but not letting go completely. Dean doesn't say anything immediately as he begins stroking his hands over Sam's skin. The movements of Dean's fingertips are soft, showing a tenderness that only comes to light when they are in bed.
The touch does wonders to Sam as he relaxes into Dean's embrace, his eyes drifting shut. Dean huffs a breath against Sam's neck, making him shiver and suddenly, Sam can almost feel Dean grin.
"Good for healing, you said?" he whispers.
"Uh- I-," Sam stutters, only for Dean to laugh softly at him. It's not sneering or taunting, it's anything but.
"Well, Sammy," Dean says and kisses Sam's neck again. "After you sported wood on me just because you saw me take a leak, I did a bit of reading myself. And you know if there's anything I can do for you…" Dean trails off.
"I thought you said you weren't gonna piss on me," he blurts out.
"Just kidding, you kinky bastard," Dean laughs before he nips at Sam's throat.
"Dean," Sam whines. He wishes Dean wouldn't make any jokes about this right now, he's embarrassed enough as it is and Dean adding fuel to the fire is making it worse.
Dean seems to get the idea and instead he asks, "So, how d'you wanna do this?"
At first, Sam's perplexed. He never imagined Dean to agree to this, hell, he imagined all kinds of bad scenarios when telling Dean. So yeah, he never thought about how he'd want to do this. For a start, he's glad they're in the shower, just in case they'll make a mess - which is probably inevitable now that Sam thinks about it.
Quickly, he tries to remember what the other users in the forum wrote and how they did it. Then Sam says, "I'll get on my knees and then- then you- you just let it- uh- flow."
He knows he must be turning a deeper crimson but he doesn't care now. His cock gives an excited twitch at the idea of one of Sam's deepest fantasies coming true. Dean's arms still support Sam as he gets on his knees in front of Dean. The tub is slippery wet and the last thing Sam wants is to fall over onto his injured shoulder.
"Hey," Dean says and when Sam looks up to him, he goes on, "Turn around. I wanna see you and how this turns you on."
There's a smile on his face and Sam feels incredibly self-conscious. Still, he turns around, and looks straight at Dean. Sam smiles at him and gives a quick nod. Then Dean takes his cock in his hand and- pees. He aims for Sam's shoulder, the golden liquid, comfortably warm against Sam's skin. Perverse as it may sound, but Sam just can't suppress the moan that escapes his throat.
Sam's eyes never leave Dean as Dean licks his lips in concentration. Only for a split second does Dean look away from Sam's shoulder seeking Sam's eyes. There's a clear expression of lust in them, an expression that Sam has seen many, many times and he can't help but smile in relief because Dean is not disgusted like Sam feared.
The stream flows from Sam's shoulder to his chest and Sam's cock hardens. One of his hands falls into his lap as he starts stroking himself. His other hand moves to his chest, running through Dean's piss that's coating him.
Once Dean's done, his bladder empty, he squeezes his cock a little before he begins stroking it. Through half-lidded eyes, Sam watches as Dean's erection grows while he feels the urine on his chest trickle down to his abs and into his pubes. He spreads some of the liquid onto his hard dick as he keeps working it hard and hot in his hand.
Dean's eyes are squeezed shut and his dick is deep red. Without thinking, Sam bends forward and closes his lips around the head, licking away a few single drops of golden liquid. Immediately, Dean releases a guttural moan and removes his hand from his dick, letting Sam work.
This is something Sam has done many times before, something he knows he's good at, something he knows Dean enjoys. Sam knows how to use his teeth and tongue, how to give Dean the biggest pleasure. Sam closes his eyes and doesn't stop Dean as he slowly starts pushing into his mouth. His hand keeps moving over his own dick, stroking and squeezing.
Dean's thrusts become more and more uncoordinated and Sam knows that it won't take long. His own orgasm is building in the pit of his stomach; he's so incredibly turned on.
"Can- Can I come on- on your face?" Dean moans.
Sam pulls off from his cock. "Yeah."
Only a few more jerks and white come splatters on Sam's face. His own dick twitches and his hot release lands on the bottom of the tub. The only thing to be heard is the harsh panting of Sam and Dean and the ripple of the now cold water.
They don't speak as Dean helps Sam stand up again and they rinse the come and piss quickly off. They still don't speak as Dean towels Sam down, paying particular attention to his injured shoulder.
As they lie down in bed, Sam feels deeply sated, a sensation of calmness and relaxation clinging to him, something he hasn't felt in a long time. He's a little worried about asking Dean about what they just did and whether Dean is disgusted, but something inside him is so much at ease because of what happened that he decides to push the thought away for another minute. The intimacy he felt, the knowledge that this is something Dean would never do with anyone but him and he wouldn't ever do this with anyone but Dean, makes a warm feeling spread in the pit of Sam's stomach.
Eventually he says, "Hey, Dean. Are you okay?"
Dean doesn't answer immediately. "I am if you are," is his eventual reply.
Sam smiles and presses his body closer to Dean. He's just about to drift off to sleep, when he thinks he hears Dean whisper, "Maybe next time, I can piss on your face, if you want me to."