[fic] gold_bluepoint: Five Times Sam was Embarrassed (but also turned on)
[Random: Sam/Dean ]
Title: Five Times Sam was Embarrassed (but also turned on)
Writer: gold_bluepoint
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]for underage sexuality (not sex) and consensual adult incest
Length: 12500 words
Summary: Growing up in tight proximity with Dean - trying to find enough privacy to jerk off, having to roll around in the dirt wrestling on their dad's orders, not to mention Dean's complete lack of personal boundaries - is a sexual mindfuck for Sam. When the realization of just how much Dean's affected him comes crashing home, Sam is devastated. As an adult, freshly returned to hunting with his brother, Dean's exuberant proximity is a trial on Sam's nerves, but Sam's not the only one who was affected deeply by their childhood together.
Reccer's notes: Not exactly an unknown but this always deserves a rec. This uses one of my favourite tropes that I am never, going to be tired of, regardless of whether it is in fandom-fashion - Five Things. And it uses it to perfection. This is one of those rare stories that I comfort-read every so often because it is so good. The language is rich but never gets even close to purple, instead it evokes long lazy summer afternoons. It doesn't dismiss or make light of Sam's emotional reactions and there's a delicious edge of tension that threads the whole thing. We know where it will end, but it really is the journey that makes it worthwhile. The sex is scorching, teenage-Sam in particular is amazing but the whole story is ace.
[Short excerpt] Stanford helped Sam make himself smooth like a rail on a lathe, file off some of the hard brittle Winchester parts of himself. It was Stanford that finally rewarded him for loving more than a transient can afford, let his feelings for people beyond the familial circle of three flourish. Sam had kind of hoped that maybe when Dean wasn't nearly the only thing in his life that mattered he'd grow out of feeling like this, that it would dry up and flake off, a teenage infatuation with the only person who had really existed in his world.