FIC: Untitled Blindfold Fill #5
Title: Untitled Blindfold Fill #5 (Necessary Compromise)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1358
Summary/Notes: For this blindfold_spn prompt: A problem: Sam and Dean both want to bottom.
ETA: This has now been translated to Russian here. Thanks so much to vongue for doing this!
They've been fucking around for a while now, trading hand jobs and blow jobs mostly, but they haven't actually fucked yet. That's going to change tonight though. They haven't exactly discussed it, but Sam thinks they're on the same page. At least, when Dean caught Sam trying to surreptitiously pick up some lube at a convenience store this morning, he just gave him a dirty grin and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Sam's had trouble concentrating all day, anticipation making it hard to think about anything but finally getting Dean's cock inside him. Somehow he manages though, waiting until they've both showered before practically tackling Dean, stripping them both naked before tumbling onto the bed, side by side.
Sam presses his mouth to Dean's, and Dean opens to him immediately, bringing their tongues together. Sam slides his hand down Dean's side as they kiss, reaching for his cock and squeezing his hand around it, swallowing Dean's moan in his mouth. Dean's cock is hot and hard, the head slightly damp with precome. Sam gives it a few strokes, enjoying the weight of it in his hand. He can't wait to feel it inside him, filling him up good and deep. He pulls his hand back, impatient to get Dean's dick where he really wants it.
But then Dean rolls to his back, pulling Sam on top of him. He spreads his legs around Sam's hips and grabs the lube, holding it out for Sam to take. But Sam doesn't take it; he bites his lip and leans up, looking down at Dean uncertainly.
"What's wrong?" Dean asks.
"I just--I thought you would be the one to. You know," Sam says awkwardly.
"What?" Dean's forehead wrinkles in confusion.
Sam makes a vague gesture between himself and Dean. Dean just raises an eyebrow, and Sam sighs. "I thought you were going to fuck me," he clarifies.
"Oh," Dean says. "I was kind of thinking, uh--the other way around."
"Yeah. I got that." Sam pauses. "So…"
"So."
"One of use has to be on top."
"Yeah," Dean agrees. They stare at each other silently for a moment.
"Who?" Sam finally asks.
"Um," Dean says. He squints at Sam a little, clearly thinking. "Well. You're taller."
"I'm--what does that matter?" Sam asks, bewildered.
"I don't know!" Dean says defensively.
"Well. Okay then, if it doesn't matter, I think you should just fuck me." Sam nods decisively. He starts to move off of Dean, but Dean stops him with a hand at his side. Sam looks down at him questioningly.
"My leg is still kind of fucked up from the thing with that werewolf," Dean says. "I shouldn't put too much strain on it."
Sam frowns at Dean. He'd said his leg was fine weeks ago. They'll have to have a talk about that later.
"Okay," Sam says, and Dean nods, satisfied. He spreads his legs farther apart and tries to press the lube into Sam's hand again, but Sam resists.
"I could ride you." Sam looks hopefully at Dean.
Now Dean frowns. "Or," he says, "you could just fuck me."
"But--"
"We're already in the right positions and everything," Dean reasons. He uncaps the lube himself and slicks up his own fingers, slipping his hand down between his legs. He slides one finger into himself with a groan, his mouth dropping open.
Sam pulls back and watches his brother finger himself. He thinks about sliding his cock in there, fucking Dean. It's not that it's unappealing, it's just--Sam's eyes travel up to Dean's dick.
Yeah.
"I asked first," Sam says, knowing he sounds ridiculous but refusing to give up so easily.
"Sam," Dean grumbles. He slides another finger into himself. "My asshole already has lube in it."
Sam bites his lip and looks down to where Dean's working himself open.
"We could take turns," Sam suggests.
Dean nods. "Yes. Great, whatever you want, just fuck me."
Sam takes the lube from Dean, slicking himself up, and Dean pulls his fingers free from his hole. Sam shifts up over Dean, lining himself up and pushing in. Dean is hot and tight around him, clenching down on Sam's cock as he slides all the way in.
Dean reaches for his own cock but Sam pushes his hand away. "No fucking he way," he says. "You're not coming until you get that dick in my ass."
Dean groans in complaint but complies, pulling his hand away and resting it on Sam's shoulder instead. Sam starts really fucking Dean then, drawing almost all the way out before thrusting back in as deep as he can.
"Fuck, yeah. Harder, Sam, come on," Dean pleads, his voice ragged.
Sam obeys, gripping Dean's hips roughly as he thrusts into him as hard as he can while Dean moans and writhes beneath him. Sam sets up a rhythm, working his hips viciously, and Dean rocks with him, panting and gasping, his fingernails digging sharply into Sam's shoulders. Sam continues, not holding anything back, and it doesn't take long for him to get close.
Sam's thrusts get faster, deeper if possible, and suddenly Dean tenses up and fucking keens, throwing his head back as he comes, thick spurts splashing across his stomach and chest. Sam's jaw drops at the sight, and the feeling of Dean clenching up so tight around him has him coming too, pulsing deep inside of Dean.
Sam drops onto his elbows, hovering just over Dean. "Son of a bitch."
Dean mumbles unintelligibly, wincing a little as Sam pulls out of him.
"You weren't supposed to come," Sam complains, panting as he drops to the bed beside Dean.
"Sorry," Dean says, not sounding sorry at all.
They lie there for several minutes, their harsh breaths the only noise between them. When Sam is mostly breathing normally again he slides down on the bed, propping himself up over Dean and taking his soft cock into his mouth.
Dean gasps, jumping in surprise. "Fuck, Sam."
Sam slides two fingers into Dean, slipping through his own come and rubbing at Dean's prostate. Dean squirms and pushes at Sam's head, but Sam continues, licking and sucking at Dean's cock and fucking him with his fingers until Dean starts to harden again.
Eventually, Dean is rocking against him, thrusting into Sam's mouth and back down onto his fingers. Sam pulls off of Dean's cock and slides his fingers free, moving to kneel above Dean. Sam slides his fingers, slick with lube and his own come, into himself.
"God," Dean groans. He grabs the lube again, slicking his own cock up before slipping a finger in to join Sam's. Sam moans, rocking back against their hands several times before tugging them free. Then he reaches back, gripping Dean's length as he slides back, positioning himself above Dean's cock, the head pressing against his hole.
Sam drops his head back, letting out a low moan as he slides down, finally taking Dean inside him. Dean's cock slides in deep, filling him up.
"Fuck," Sam murmurs when he's pressed down on Dean as far as he can go. He remains still for several moments, willing himself no to come just from this, Dean's cock stretching and filling him so perfectly. Dean's hands slide up, gripping Sam's thighs, and Sam starts moving, lifting himself up off of Dean and sliding back down. Dean bends his legs up and starts thrusting up, meeting Sam's downwards thrusts, driving himself harder into Sam.
Dean slides one hand up around Sam's cock, and he only has to give it a few strokes before Sam is coming, streaks of come landing on Dean's chest. Sam falls forward, forehead resting on Dean's shoulder, and trembles as he holds himself over Dean. Dean grips Sam's hips and continues thrusting, fucking up into Sam for several more moments before he pulls Sam down hard against himself and stills, cursing as he comes.
Sam collapses, shifting to the side a little to avoid crushing Dean, sprawling out pressed up against Dean, half on top of him.
"Well," Dean says after a moment. "That works."
"Yeah." Sam huffs out a laugh. "Guess so."
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1358
Summary/Notes: For this blindfold_spn prompt: A problem: Sam and Dean both want to bottom.
ETA: This has now been translated to Russian here. Thanks so much to vongue for doing this!
They've been fucking around for a while now, trading hand jobs and blow jobs mostly, but they haven't actually fucked yet. That's going to change tonight though. They haven't exactly discussed it, but Sam thinks they're on the same page. At least, when Dean caught Sam trying to surreptitiously pick up some lube at a convenience store this morning, he just gave him a dirty grin and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Sam's had trouble concentrating all day, anticipation making it hard to think about anything but finally getting Dean's cock inside him. Somehow he manages though, waiting until they've both showered before practically tackling Dean, stripping them both naked before tumbling onto the bed, side by side.
Sam presses his mouth to Dean's, and Dean opens to him immediately, bringing their tongues together. Sam slides his hand down Dean's side as they kiss, reaching for his cock and squeezing his hand around it, swallowing Dean's moan in his mouth. Dean's cock is hot and hard, the head slightly damp with precome. Sam gives it a few strokes, enjoying the weight of it in his hand. He can't wait to feel it inside him, filling him up good and deep. He pulls his hand back, impatient to get Dean's dick where he really wants it.
But then Dean rolls to his back, pulling Sam on top of him. He spreads his legs around Sam's hips and grabs the lube, holding it out for Sam to take. But Sam doesn't take it; he bites his lip and leans up, looking down at Dean uncertainly.
"What's wrong?" Dean asks.
"I just--I thought you would be the one to. You know," Sam says awkwardly.
"What?" Dean's forehead wrinkles in confusion.
Sam makes a vague gesture between himself and Dean. Dean just raises an eyebrow, and Sam sighs. "I thought you were going to fuck me," he clarifies.
"Oh," Dean says. "I was kind of thinking, uh--the other way around."
"Yeah. I got that." Sam pauses. "So…"
"So."
"One of use has to be on top."
"Yeah," Dean agrees. They stare at each other silently for a moment.
"Who?" Sam finally asks.
"Um," Dean says. He squints at Sam a little, clearly thinking. "Well. You're taller."
"I'm--what does that matter?" Sam asks, bewildered.
"I don't know!" Dean says defensively.
"Well. Okay then, if it doesn't matter, I think you should just fuck me." Sam nods decisively. He starts to move off of Dean, but Dean stops him with a hand at his side. Sam looks down at him questioningly.
"My leg is still kind of fucked up from the thing with that werewolf," Dean says. "I shouldn't put too much strain on it."
Sam frowns at Dean. He'd said his leg was fine weeks ago. They'll have to have a talk about that later.
"Okay," Sam says, and Dean nods, satisfied. He spreads his legs farther apart and tries to press the lube into Sam's hand again, but Sam resists.
"I could ride you." Sam looks hopefully at Dean.
Now Dean frowns. "Or," he says, "you could just fuck me."
"But--"
"We're already in the right positions and everything," Dean reasons. He uncaps the lube himself and slicks up his own fingers, slipping his hand down between his legs. He slides one finger into himself with a groan, his mouth dropping open.
Sam pulls back and watches his brother finger himself. He thinks about sliding his cock in there, fucking Dean. It's not that it's unappealing, it's just--Sam's eyes travel up to Dean's dick.
Yeah.
"I asked first," Sam says, knowing he sounds ridiculous but refusing to give up so easily.
"Sam," Dean grumbles. He slides another finger into himself. "My asshole already has lube in it."
Sam bites his lip and looks down to where Dean's working himself open.
"We could take turns," Sam suggests.
Dean nods. "Yes. Great, whatever you want, just fuck me."
Sam takes the lube from Dean, slicking himself up, and Dean pulls his fingers free from his hole. Sam shifts up over Dean, lining himself up and pushing in. Dean is hot and tight around him, clenching down on Sam's cock as he slides all the way in.
Dean reaches for his own cock but Sam pushes his hand away. "No fucking he way," he says. "You're not coming until you get that dick in my ass."
Dean groans in complaint but complies, pulling his hand away and resting it on Sam's shoulder instead. Sam starts really fucking Dean then, drawing almost all the way out before thrusting back in as deep as he can.
"Fuck, yeah. Harder, Sam, come on," Dean pleads, his voice ragged.
Sam obeys, gripping Dean's hips roughly as he thrusts into him as hard as he can while Dean moans and writhes beneath him. Sam sets up a rhythm, working his hips viciously, and Dean rocks with him, panting and gasping, his fingernails digging sharply into Sam's shoulders. Sam continues, not holding anything back, and it doesn't take long for him to get close.
Sam's thrusts get faster, deeper if possible, and suddenly Dean tenses up and fucking keens, throwing his head back as he comes, thick spurts splashing across his stomach and chest. Sam's jaw drops at the sight, and the feeling of Dean clenching up so tight around him has him coming too, pulsing deep inside of Dean.
Sam drops onto his elbows, hovering just over Dean. "Son of a bitch."
Dean mumbles unintelligibly, wincing a little as Sam pulls out of him.
"You weren't supposed to come," Sam complains, panting as he drops to the bed beside Dean.
"Sorry," Dean says, not sounding sorry at all.
They lie there for several minutes, their harsh breaths the only noise between them. When Sam is mostly breathing normally again he slides down on the bed, propping himself up over Dean and taking his soft cock into his mouth.
Dean gasps, jumping in surprise. "Fuck, Sam."
Sam slides two fingers into Dean, slipping through his own come and rubbing at Dean's prostate. Dean squirms and pushes at Sam's head, but Sam continues, licking and sucking at Dean's cock and fucking him with his fingers until Dean starts to harden again.
Eventually, Dean is rocking against him, thrusting into Sam's mouth and back down onto his fingers. Sam pulls off of Dean's cock and slides his fingers free, moving to kneel above Dean. Sam slides his fingers, slick with lube and his own come, into himself.
"God," Dean groans. He grabs the lube again, slicking his own cock up before slipping a finger in to join Sam's. Sam moans, rocking back against their hands several times before tugging them free. Then he reaches back, gripping Dean's length as he slides back, positioning himself above Dean's cock, the head pressing against his hole.
Sam drops his head back, letting out a low moan as he slides down, finally taking Dean inside him. Dean's cock slides in deep, filling him up.
"Fuck," Sam murmurs when he's pressed down on Dean as far as he can go. He remains still for several moments, willing himself no to come just from this, Dean's cock stretching and filling him so perfectly. Dean's hands slide up, gripping Sam's thighs, and Sam starts moving, lifting himself up off of Dean and sliding back down. Dean bends his legs up and starts thrusting up, meeting Sam's downwards thrusts, driving himself harder into Sam.
Dean slides one hand up around Sam's cock, and he only has to give it a few strokes before Sam is coming, streaks of come landing on Dean's chest. Sam falls forward, forehead resting on Dean's shoulder, and trembles as he holds himself over Dean. Dean grips Sam's hips and continues thrusting, fucking up into Sam for several more moments before he pulls Sam down hard against himself and stills, cursing as he comes.
Sam collapses, shifting to the side a little to avoid crushing Dean, sprawling out pressed up against Dean, half on top of him.
"Well," Dean says after a moment. "That works."
"Yeah." Sam huffs out a laugh. "Guess so."