Tidal Waves Chapter 8
Title: Tidal Waves
Author: Cassie
Prompt: School Dance
Warnings: Slash, wincest
Word Count: 1429
Sam slid his way up Dean’s body, relishing the familiar sensation of Dean’s lips pressing against his own. Licking his way into his brother’s mouth, Sam couldn’t help but whimper, a thousand memories and the endless expanse of time without Dean stretching out before him. All he could do was slip his hand under Dean’s shirt, memorizing the hard lines of muscle and silky skin. Each roll of his hips against Dean’s sent waves through him, his hands slipping away from his brother to push his pants and briefs away. Dean’s hands tugged away Sam’s shirt, his own skin already nude and inviting. Without a word Sam pushed Dean to the bed, his eyes sad as he crawled on top of his brother. Sam wanted to feel the pain; he wanted to feel Dean inside of him long after he had left. Sliding down without preparation he let Dean slide inside of him, gasping at the familiar burn and stretch.
Pain blurred his vision as his brother bottomed out, Sam’s hands scratching painfully against the man’s chest. Pausing briefly, Sam let his body adjust to the invasion before he began to roll his hips. A stray tear slipped from Sam’s eye as he stared down at his brother, all too lost in sensation to notice. Small whimpers and moans falling from two pairs of lips as the world crashed, both boys seeing stars at the same moment as Dean filled Sam. Falling limply to his brother’s chest, Sam sobbed until his eyes slipped closed, Dean’s hand resting on his back.
XOXO
Part of Sam wondered if it had all been a dream, but the familiar pain and sticky trails dripping down his legs told him otherwise. Even with the knowledge that school was calling, Sam stayed in bed. Closing his eyes he drifted away, imagining the familiar fingertips against his chest, hoping that the painful thud of his heart would stop. Slipping away once again, Sam let go of consciousness.
A knock on the door pulled Sam from peace, his eyes fighting to stay closed against the cruel light shining in through the window. Another knock called to Sam, finally forcing him to wrap a sheet around his waist. The walk to the door was painful; breathing was painful. Living without Dean was worse than dying. Sam pulled the door open, just wide enough to stare into the bewildered eyes of Kyle. Pain flashed across the boys face as he took in Sam’s appearance, understanding suddenly sinking in.
“You…you are in love with your brother aren’t you?” Kyle’s voice shook slightly, his eyes flickering to the floor.
“Just…come in so I can explain.” Sam felt guilt suddenly wash through him, he had just cheated and it didn’t even occur to him until hours later.
Kyle stepped into the room, a frown pulling his lips down as he took in the shape of the room. The bed was practically town apart, clothes were scattered everywhere and the room reeked of sex and sorrow. Kyle simply leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, confusion and hurt crossing his features again. Finally looking over at Sam, he stared briefly, a million emotions flickering through the crystal blue eyes.
“Tell me something, was I the other man…or did you cheat on me?” Kyle’s voice was level, void of all emotion.
“I think you were the other man. It…it has always been Dean. Even when we aren’t together he is the one I belong to. I’m sorry, Kyle.” Sam wasn’t sure if he was actually sorry or if it was simply to make the boy before him feel better.
“I…somehow I kind of knew when I saw him before we had sex. I shouldn’t have gone through with it…but well, I like you.”
“I know and I took advantage of you. I just didn’t want to feel the pain anymore…I needed something to take my mind off of everything.” Sam moved over to Kyle, careful to wrap the sheet tight around his waist.
“Funny thing is I actually came to see if you wanted to go to the dance with me tonight. I even brought you a flower, I’m that gay.” Kyle laughed as he held up his hand, a perfectly dried red rose resting in his fingers.
“I’m so sorry, God I am such a dick.” Sam knew that this time he actually meant it, he was sorry for hurting the sweet boy beside him.
“I’m sorry that you’re in pain, and that I can’t take it away.” Kyle’s words hung in the air, adding to the sorrow.
“Go to the dance with me? I’m not ready to date but I would really love to be your friend.”
“Is he going to come back?” Kyle’s smile looked forced, his eyes still sad.
“No, he isn’t coming home to me.” The words were too easy too say, hardly conveying the real meaning and the effect.
“I want to be friends and I do want to go to the dance with you but I just…I still like you. I still want to be that one person you run to.” Kyle let the dried flower slip onto Sam’s lap, a deep red petal falling off.
“I can’t offer you much. I’m hardly a person at all. I’m so fucking broken.” Sam felt familiar tears welling in his eyes as he thought about Dean.
“Let me try and put the pieces back together? Even if you’re a dismembered puzzle I can still fit some of it together.” Kyle leaned in to press his lips against Sam’s cheek, before he pulled himself from the ground. “I’ll pick you up at seven for the dance.”
XOXO
Sam couldn’t help but sigh as he stared at his reflection in the mirror; a thousand painful memories were pushed away as he slipped into Dean’s old shirt. Sam had borrowed the shirt weeks before they broke up, his attempt at looking cool. The shirt was like most things, a painful reminder of what he had once upon a time, but in truth, Sam was willing to face the pain if it allowed him to feel close to Dean. Summoning all of his strength, Sam walked away from the mirror, leaving his memories behind. Kyle was dressed in his typical black attire, a small smile greeting Sam as he slid into the front seat. A comfortable silence fell around them as the street lights flew by in a blur, much like life, everything was fleeting.
Loud music and crowds greeted them at the school, girls in short skirts and boys openly staring. For a moment, Sam wondered if that would be his life someday, if he would ever fall in love with a stunning girl. Mostly, he wondered if the pain that was clenching down on his heart would ever fade away into simple acceptance. Pulling himself from the car, Sam let Kyle take his hand and lead him through the crowd. The dance floor was a mass of sweating hormones and Sam instantly wanted to run. Kyle simply pulled him along until they reached a small table with a black mass crowding around it. Taking a seat next to Kyle and a girl with more makeup on than Marilyn Manson, Sam felt empty. A long time ago he had imagined Dean taking him to prom in some town where no one knew of their relation. He had always pictured soft music and simple dancing as they glided across the floor. He also had expected his brother to taunt him for months after, calling him a girl or a bitch. The realization that everything had changed without Dean shook Sam, knots forming in his stomach.
Suddenly it was all too much for Sam, the bass was too loud, the crowd was far too happy and the ache in his ass reminded him constantly of Dean. Sam just wanted to crawl in bed and die, or to find his brother and beg him to just stay. Logically, Sam had already tried begging and it had only ended up breaking open the wound. Suddenly on his feet and moving as fat as he could from the room, Sam didn’t bother to wonder if Kyle was in pain. Reality was too empty without Dean, a part of Sam was willing to simply lie down and simply forget the world. Death at least brought a sweet escape from the ever-present pain.
Chapter 9,
(A/N: Thank you MrsTripTucker)
Author: Cassie
Prompt: School Dance
Warnings: Slash, wincest
Word Count: 1429
Sam slid his way up Dean’s body, relishing the familiar sensation of Dean’s lips pressing against his own. Licking his way into his brother’s mouth, Sam couldn’t help but whimper, a thousand memories and the endless expanse of time without Dean stretching out before him. All he could do was slip his hand under Dean’s shirt, memorizing the hard lines of muscle and silky skin. Each roll of his hips against Dean’s sent waves through him, his hands slipping away from his brother to push his pants and briefs away. Dean’s hands tugged away Sam’s shirt, his own skin already nude and inviting. Without a word Sam pushed Dean to the bed, his eyes sad as he crawled on top of his brother. Sam wanted to feel the pain; he wanted to feel Dean inside of him long after he had left. Sliding down without preparation he let Dean slide inside of him, gasping at the familiar burn and stretch.
Pain blurred his vision as his brother bottomed out, Sam’s hands scratching painfully against the man’s chest. Pausing briefly, Sam let his body adjust to the invasion before he began to roll his hips. A stray tear slipped from Sam’s eye as he stared down at his brother, all too lost in sensation to notice. Small whimpers and moans falling from two pairs of lips as the world crashed, both boys seeing stars at the same moment as Dean filled Sam. Falling limply to his brother’s chest, Sam sobbed until his eyes slipped closed, Dean’s hand resting on his back.
XOXO
Part of Sam wondered if it had all been a dream, but the familiar pain and sticky trails dripping down his legs told him otherwise. Even with the knowledge that school was calling, Sam stayed in bed. Closing his eyes he drifted away, imagining the familiar fingertips against his chest, hoping that the painful thud of his heart would stop. Slipping away once again, Sam let go of consciousness.
A knock on the door pulled Sam from peace, his eyes fighting to stay closed against the cruel light shining in through the window. Another knock called to Sam, finally forcing him to wrap a sheet around his waist. The walk to the door was painful; breathing was painful. Living without Dean was worse than dying. Sam pulled the door open, just wide enough to stare into the bewildered eyes of Kyle. Pain flashed across the boys face as he took in Sam’s appearance, understanding suddenly sinking in.
“You…you are in love with your brother aren’t you?” Kyle’s voice shook slightly, his eyes flickering to the floor.
“Just…come in so I can explain.” Sam felt guilt suddenly wash through him, he had just cheated and it didn’t even occur to him until hours later.
Kyle stepped into the room, a frown pulling his lips down as he took in the shape of the room. The bed was practically town apart, clothes were scattered everywhere and the room reeked of sex and sorrow. Kyle simply leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, confusion and hurt crossing his features again. Finally looking over at Sam, he stared briefly, a million emotions flickering through the crystal blue eyes.
“Tell me something, was I the other man…or did you cheat on me?” Kyle’s voice was level, void of all emotion.
“I think you were the other man. It…it has always been Dean. Even when we aren’t together he is the one I belong to. I’m sorry, Kyle.” Sam wasn’t sure if he was actually sorry or if it was simply to make the boy before him feel better.
“I…somehow I kind of knew when I saw him before we had sex. I shouldn’t have gone through with it…but well, I like you.”
“I know and I took advantage of you. I just didn’t want to feel the pain anymore…I needed something to take my mind off of everything.” Sam moved over to Kyle, careful to wrap the sheet tight around his waist.
“Funny thing is I actually came to see if you wanted to go to the dance with me tonight. I even brought you a flower, I’m that gay.” Kyle laughed as he held up his hand, a perfectly dried red rose resting in his fingers.
“I’m so sorry, God I am such a dick.” Sam knew that this time he actually meant it, he was sorry for hurting the sweet boy beside him.
“I’m sorry that you’re in pain, and that I can’t take it away.” Kyle’s words hung in the air, adding to the sorrow.
“Go to the dance with me? I’m not ready to date but I would really love to be your friend.”
“Is he going to come back?” Kyle’s smile looked forced, his eyes still sad.
“No, he isn’t coming home to me.” The words were too easy too say, hardly conveying the real meaning and the effect.
“I want to be friends and I do want to go to the dance with you but I just…I still like you. I still want to be that one person you run to.” Kyle let the dried flower slip onto Sam’s lap, a deep red petal falling off.
“I can’t offer you much. I’m hardly a person at all. I’m so fucking broken.” Sam felt familiar tears welling in his eyes as he thought about Dean.
“Let me try and put the pieces back together? Even if you’re a dismembered puzzle I can still fit some of it together.” Kyle leaned in to press his lips against Sam’s cheek, before he pulled himself from the ground. “I’ll pick you up at seven for the dance.”
XOXO
Sam couldn’t help but sigh as he stared at his reflection in the mirror; a thousand painful memories were pushed away as he slipped into Dean’s old shirt. Sam had borrowed the shirt weeks before they broke up, his attempt at looking cool. The shirt was like most things, a painful reminder of what he had once upon a time, but in truth, Sam was willing to face the pain if it allowed him to feel close to Dean. Summoning all of his strength, Sam walked away from the mirror, leaving his memories behind. Kyle was dressed in his typical black attire, a small smile greeting Sam as he slid into the front seat. A comfortable silence fell around them as the street lights flew by in a blur, much like life, everything was fleeting.
Loud music and crowds greeted them at the school, girls in short skirts and boys openly staring. For a moment, Sam wondered if that would be his life someday, if he would ever fall in love with a stunning girl. Mostly, he wondered if the pain that was clenching down on his heart would ever fade away into simple acceptance. Pulling himself from the car, Sam let Kyle take his hand and lead him through the crowd. The dance floor was a mass of sweating hormones and Sam instantly wanted to run. Kyle simply pulled him along until they reached a small table with a black mass crowding around it. Taking a seat next to Kyle and a girl with more makeup on than Marilyn Manson, Sam felt empty. A long time ago he had imagined Dean taking him to prom in some town where no one knew of their relation. He had always pictured soft music and simple dancing as they glided across the floor. He also had expected his brother to taunt him for months after, calling him a girl or a bitch. The realization that everything had changed without Dean shook Sam, knots forming in his stomach.
Suddenly it was all too much for Sam, the bass was too loud, the crowd was far too happy and the ache in his ass reminded him constantly of Dean. Sam just wanted to crawl in bed and die, or to find his brother and beg him to just stay. Logically, Sam had already tried begging and it had only ended up breaking open the wound. Suddenly on his feet and moving as fat as he could from the room, Sam didn’t bother to wonder if Kyle was in pain. Reality was too empty without Dean, a part of Sam was willing to simply lie down and simply forget the world. Death at least brought a sweet escape from the ever-present pain.
Chapter 9,
(A/N: Thank you MrsTripTucker)