Who's the Boss?
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,168
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1
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Chapter 2
Hmmm, finished I think. Please comment. First attempt at Wincest and I need feedback.
“Give me the keys, Dean.” Sam slammed his brother against the side of the car, enjoying his surprise and groan of enjoyment. Filing it away in his brain for future use. He pushed Dean into the passenger seat and drove in silence back to the motel.
Dean sat quietly, mind reeling, not wanting to speak and spoil the moment. This was better than the dreams, it was as if Sam was inside his desires, reading them like a map. His erection hurt in the confines of his jeans and he shifted in the seat, hitching the crotch away. Hand smarting, breath frozen as Sam slapped his fingers away.
He didn’t even move when Sam left him briefly to fetch the key. He wasn’t sure how he made it from the Impala into the room, worrying briefly about his lack of shirt, but then they were inside and Sam was pushing him back against the closed door in a long hard demanding kiss, that left his vision crowding with a thousand sparkling lights from lack of air. He stood submissively, palms flat against the wood grain, as Sam’s gentle hands roamed across his skin, one snaking up across his shoulders and snatching at the short hair at the back of his neck, the other pinching his nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through his already hypersensitive body.
He brought his hands up slowly, tentatively, pushing Sam back, only to find himself pulled tighter against his brother, as Sam tightened his grip on the back of his neck. His other arm clutching possessively around Dean’s waist. His mouth, those lips and teeth, nicking and sucking at his ear, his neck, his jawline, as they staggered drunkenly towards the bed.
Sam threw him down, his self control hanging by a thread, as Dean sprawled backwards, hair a mess, lip white between his teeth, face flushed, half propped on one elbow, one long leg braced on the floor, the other across the counterpane.
“Too many clothes,” Sam growled, yanking Dean’s boots from his feet. “Now undress.” Dean lifted his hips, dragging jeans and shorts down over his hips and thighs, never moving his eyes from Sam’s. The gaze seemed to last forever as they drowned in each others souls, all thoughts of wrongness and guilt pushed away.
Sam kicked his own shoes and pants away, launching himself at Dean, who flinched, expecting another punishing kiss, only to find Sam’s face inches from his own, long fingers gently caressing his bruised cheek, closing the gap between their lips painfully slowly, seeking permission for the first time.
Dean nearly lost it, the tenderness undoing him completely, “I need you,” he gasped, the emotion in his voice sounding alien even to him, his hands reaching for Sam’s face to draw him down into the kiss.
Their lips touched only briefly and then, “Ah-ah.” Sam chastised, finger wagging in front of Dean’s face. “Hands above your head, move them again and I’ll tie you to the bedstead.” Dean whimpered, eyes widening into the expression that Sam found so fuckable, as he moved his arms over his head and Sam seemed to melt over him, one hand pinning his wrists. The kiss was tender, lips tingled, strong fingers gripping his chin.
Sam drew back again, finger tracing the line of Dean’s lip, before pushing it gently between the darkened lips, jousting with the soft tongue, as Dean moaned and writhed beneath him. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, Dean.” Dean arched as the spit moistened finger circled his helmet gently picking up pre-cum before Sam pushed it into him, past the knot of muscle, sending yet another spasm of pleasure through his painfully throbbing erection. “Sam, please, just fuck me, please.”
“Hush,” Sam whispered, lips closing over his. Dean rocked forward, pushing himself against Sam’s forearm, his mewling whimpers driving Sam to the point of no return. Sam drew his hand away, fumbling to position himself, pushing forward gently as Dean spread his legs, wrapping them around Sam’s back, pulling him closer. The whimpers, became moans of pain, as his body spasmed around Sam, who lay still pressing forward only as Dean urged him on, drawing him on into the heat and softness of his tight body. For a moment they paused, fused together and it was Dean who moved first, rocking back, encouraging Sam to move.
Sam was mesmerised, watching Dean gasping and groaning, murmuring his name as he began to move gently, growing steadily more confident, thrusting into Dean, deeper and harder until the beautiful green eyes flew open and their gazes locked.
Dean stared into Sam’s eyes, watching his pupils draw to a point and then expand to almost obscure his iris as he collapsed forward on top of him, thrusting forward, flooding his body with warmth.
His own orgasm caught him like the surge of a breaker, white hot and blinding to his senses, it crashed through him, ripping the scream from his throat, leaving him trembling and weak, every nerve discordant, thrumming with the aftertaste.
Sam lay still, the echo of his heartbeat pounding through Dean’s chest, lungs bursting for the need of air, as Dean stroked his back with lazy fingers dragging along the slick, soft skin.
Sam mumbled something against his shoulder. Dean raised his head, neck straining and said “Huh?” Sam rolled off him on to his side, a wicked smile on his face, teeth gleaming in the half light, as he propped himself up on his elbow. “Told you I’d make you scream.”
“Give me the keys, Dean.” Sam slammed his brother against the side of the car, enjoying his surprise and groan of enjoyment. Filing it away in his brain for future use. He pushed Dean into the passenger seat and drove in silence back to the motel.
Dean sat quietly, mind reeling, not wanting to speak and spoil the moment. This was better than the dreams, it was as if Sam was inside his desires, reading them like a map. His erection hurt in the confines of his jeans and he shifted in the seat, hitching the crotch away. Hand smarting, breath frozen as Sam slapped his fingers away.
He didn’t even move when Sam left him briefly to fetch the key. He wasn’t sure how he made it from the Impala into the room, worrying briefly about his lack of shirt, but then they were inside and Sam was pushing him back against the closed door in a long hard demanding kiss, that left his vision crowding with a thousand sparkling lights from lack of air. He stood submissively, palms flat against the wood grain, as Sam’s gentle hands roamed across his skin, one snaking up across his shoulders and snatching at the short hair at the back of his neck, the other pinching his nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through his already hypersensitive body.
He brought his hands up slowly, tentatively, pushing Sam back, only to find himself pulled tighter against his brother, as Sam tightened his grip on the back of his neck. His other arm clutching possessively around Dean’s waist. His mouth, those lips and teeth, nicking and sucking at his ear, his neck, his jawline, as they staggered drunkenly towards the bed.
Sam threw him down, his self control hanging by a thread, as Dean sprawled backwards, hair a mess, lip white between his teeth, face flushed, half propped on one elbow, one long leg braced on the floor, the other across the counterpane.
“Too many clothes,” Sam growled, yanking Dean’s boots from his feet. “Now undress.” Dean lifted his hips, dragging jeans and shorts down over his hips and thighs, never moving his eyes from Sam’s. The gaze seemed to last forever as they drowned in each others souls, all thoughts of wrongness and guilt pushed away.
Sam kicked his own shoes and pants away, launching himself at Dean, who flinched, expecting another punishing kiss, only to find Sam’s face inches from his own, long fingers gently caressing his bruised cheek, closing the gap between their lips painfully slowly, seeking permission for the first time.
Dean nearly lost it, the tenderness undoing him completely, “I need you,” he gasped, the emotion in his voice sounding alien even to him, his hands reaching for Sam’s face to draw him down into the kiss.
Their lips touched only briefly and then, “Ah-ah.” Sam chastised, finger wagging in front of Dean’s face. “Hands above your head, move them again and I’ll tie you to the bedstead.” Dean whimpered, eyes widening into the expression that Sam found so fuckable, as he moved his arms over his head and Sam seemed to melt over him, one hand pinning his wrists. The kiss was tender, lips tingled, strong fingers gripping his chin.
Sam drew back again, finger tracing the line of Dean’s lip, before pushing it gently between the darkened lips, jousting with the soft tongue, as Dean moaned and writhed beneath him. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, Dean.” Dean arched as the spit moistened finger circled his helmet gently picking up pre-cum before Sam pushed it into him, past the knot of muscle, sending yet another spasm of pleasure through his painfully throbbing erection. “Sam, please, just fuck me, please.”
“Hush,” Sam whispered, lips closing over his. Dean rocked forward, pushing himself against Sam’s forearm, his mewling whimpers driving Sam to the point of no return. Sam drew his hand away, fumbling to position himself, pushing forward gently as Dean spread his legs, wrapping them around Sam’s back, pulling him closer. The whimpers, became moans of pain, as his body spasmed around Sam, who lay still pressing forward only as Dean urged him on, drawing him on into the heat and softness of his tight body. For a moment they paused, fused together and it was Dean who moved first, rocking back, encouraging Sam to move.
Sam was mesmerised, watching Dean gasping and groaning, murmuring his name as he began to move gently, growing steadily more confident, thrusting into Dean, deeper and harder until the beautiful green eyes flew open and their gazes locked.
Dean stared into Sam’s eyes, watching his pupils draw to a point and then expand to almost obscure his iris as he collapsed forward on top of him, thrusting forward, flooding his body with warmth.
His own orgasm caught him like the surge of a breaker, white hot and blinding to his senses, it crashed through him, ripping the scream from his throat, leaving him trembling and weak, every nerve discordant, thrumming with the aftertaste.
Sam lay still, the echo of his heartbeat pounding through Dean’s chest, lungs bursting for the need of air, as Dean stroked his back with lazy fingers dragging along the slick, soft skin.
Sam mumbled something against his shoulder. Dean raised his head, neck straining and said “Huh?” Sam rolled off him on to his side, a wicked smile on his face, teeth gleaming in the half light, as he propped himself up on his elbow. “Told you I’d make you scream.”