Want

Take Me from Pain
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating/Warnings: NC17. Hurt/Comfort. M/M slash, nipple play, oral sex, rimming, anal sex, incest.
Word Count: 2,803
Spoilers: Supernatural, set early in Season One
Summary: Hadn’t originally planned a sequel to Want, but here it is. Hurt, comfort, aftercare and oh yes, sex.
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.


Dean held and caressed his face. “Remember Sam, I wanted it.”

“I know you did and I tried to give you what you wanted, but…” Sam paused.

“I told you in the car what I needed and you gave it to me. You did a great job topping me. I’m satisfied, so no buts…Sammy.” Dean’s pupils were spread wide open as he spoke. He was riding the endorphin high from what they had done together.

“We’ve gotta have more rules and structure to this…”

“It’s good like it is Sam. We don’t need any of that. Let’s head back to the car. Where are my clothes? ” Dean was pushing him back slowly.

“Wait! Damn it Dean!” Sam was getting a little angry. He reached and grabbed Dean by the back of the neck and held him. “We’re going to talk about this later or we can stop doing it.”

Dean could tell Sam was still full of adrenaline and his emotions were near the surface. ‘Fuck! Why is it he always more wound up about this for longer than me?’ Dean thought. He searched Sam’s eyes before raising his eyebrows and shrugging, “Whatever…but I need to get cleaned up.”

“I’m gonna take care of you but we’re gonna talk about it at some point – and I’m not going to forget. I’m half…” Sam was stopped by Dean kissing him slowly and sucking on his lower lip. Dean finally let go, leaned back and gave him a wicked smile. He was trying to shut him up and Sam knew it.

Sam ran his tongue over his lips, “You’re a prick sometimes Dean. A fucking prick.” His voice sounded irritated but not harsh. He pulled his pants up from where they’d pooled around his calves while he’d fucked his brother against a rock. He tucked himself in and zipped up.

“Yeah but I’m your prick.” Dean knew he was getting Sammy pissed and this wasn’t the time or place to do that. He reached over and grabbed Sam’s hand and held it. “Okay, okay. We can talk about it later, but no analyzing anything. God, you always want to analyze things to death.”

“Okay then,” Sam said as he relaxed his shoulders. He handed Dean his pants and shirt as he spoke, “You want me to clean you up at the car?”

“Nah, we can do it at the hotel. The sun’s getting lower and I’m getting cold. Let’s just get out of here.” Dean pulled on his pants, but a groan of pain escaped his lips as he tried to get the shirt on.

“Let me,” Sam said firmly as he took the shirt and helped him into it. Dean smiled as he finished dressing. Sam was busy getting their BDSM toys and equipment back into the duffle bag. He pulled in the ropes and coiled them so they’d be ready the next time they used them. He glanced back over towards Dean who still had the leather collar on and was fingering it.

“Hey, stop that! I put it on you and only I take it off.” Sam’s expression was dead serious.

Dean quirked one eyebrow and looked down at the ground, “Okay, sorry. Wasn’t thinking.”

Sam zipped up the heavy duffle bag and tossed it at Dean’s feet. “Carry this back to the car.” Dean let out a quiet sigh. This was payback for pissing Sam off. Usually Sam did this to give him a break. Sam turned and walked back up the hillside towards the car. He was leaning against the driver’s side of the Impala, resting when Dean finally arrived. Dean threw the duffle into the trunk and shut it.

“I’m driving. No arguments,” Sam said as he opened the driver’s side door and got in.

Dean rolled his eyes, threw his hands into the air but went to the passenger door. Sam cranked the car as Dean got in slowly. He was glad the engine noise covered his groans from pain as he slid into the seat.

Sam reached behind Dean’s seat and pulled out a couple of cassette tapes he’d made. He chose one and popped it into the player. The music of Nickleback filled the car.

“Oh Jeez Sam, give me a break, how about…” Dean moaned and tried to look pitiful. It didn’t work.

“I’m driving, my music. Your rule.” Sam didn’t even look over at him. “Take a nap if you don’t want to listen.” He knew Dean would be nodding off shortly anyway.

Dean sighed heavily hoping Sam heard him. He squirmed about for a little while before he found a position that didn’t hurt as badly and he closed his eyes.

Dean woke up to Sam gently shaking him and calling his name. He checked the time. He’d been asleep over an hour.

“Get up and come into the room. Our stuff’s already in there,” Sam said as he gestured towards the open motel room door.

“Huh, I was really out of it - not to wake up while you were unloading,” Dean said as he wiped his eyes and face. He moaned as he got out of the car.

“Yeah, just like the last time we did this. You were sawing logs in minutes.” Sam locked the car and followed Dean into the room, closing the door behind him.

“There’s sandwiches and beer in the fridge whenever you want them.” Sam gestured towards the small fridge; he’d apparently gone to the convenience store across the street before waking Dean up.

Dean took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes before laying face down on the bed. He closed his eyes. He wanted sleep even more than getting clean. He was in a haze still.

“Get your ass up Dean. We’re gonna take a shower and then I’m gonna check you over.” Sam reached over and pulled on Dean’s forearm.

“S’okay, go take a shower.” Dean muttered.

“Stand up damn it. I start pulling your clothes off, it’s gonna hurt you worse.” Sam pulled on him until he had him standing up. He began helping Dean to strip off. He pulled off his own clothes as Dean shed the last of his. He pulled Dean to him and kissed him before reaching behind Dean’s neck and removing the leather collar. He’d have removed it back in the woods but Dean had irked him so he’d decided he wanted him to wear it longer. He walked Dean into the bathroom and started the shower, testing the water temperature.

“Let me go first, I’ll be fast. Sit down a couple of minutes.” Sam threw a folded towel on the toilet seat and gestured towards it. He washed himself very quickly before having Dean join him. He wanted to wash Dean – it was something he liked doing.

“Good God it’s freezing,” Dean almost shrieked as the water hit him.

Sam frowned at him. “You’re such a wus sometimes. It’s very warm – almost hot, but you don’t need your usual scalding hot shower right now. It would make your bruising worse and you’re cut up more than usual, so deal with it.”

Dean hissed as some of the water went down his back. Sam began washing his front side first. Dean moaned his name when Sam started washing his cock and balls, but Sam moved to other areas. He pushed Dean into the water stream to rinse him and Dean squirmed at the sensation of the shower on the back side of his body. It was stinging.

Sam grimaced. He knew this was hurting, but Dean needed to be cleaned off and he hadn’t let him do a first cleaning at the car. “Put your hands against the shower wall. I’ll be as gentle as I can but…”

“I know, it’s gonna hurt. Just do it Sam.” Dean said before he clamped his jaw together. ‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘I don’t want to cry out. It’ll make Sam feel guiltier and he won’t want to do it again.’ He grimaced as Sam gently lathered and washed his backside. He saw his own blood run down his body and into the tub as Sam rinsed him.

Sam turned the water down and pressed himself up against Dean. He ran his hands to Dean’s cock and balls, stimulating him roughly before beginning to stroke him. Dean leaned into him. ‘Leave it to Sam to take me from pain right into pleasure. God I fucking love him,’ he thought.

Sam nibbled his neck and lightly tugged on Dean’s earlobe as Dean went rock hard in his hands.

“I want you Dean. I want you to take me here in the shower,” Sam’s voice was dripping with lust.

Dean moaned, “What about…”

“Come on Dean.” Sam turned around and put one hand on the shower rack and one foot on the edge of the tub. He pulled Dean towards him with his other hand. “Make me come, you know what I want.”

Dean nodded. He knew. He bent low, held both of Sam’s cheeks open and ran his tongue from Sam’s balls to the top of his crack. He heard and saw Sam’s head thunk against the white tile. He couldn’t help from laughing silently over making him come undone.

“Owww, crap. I didn’t expect you do that first…” Sam muttered. Dean did it again before circling Sam’s rim with his tongue and pushing it inside him. It earned him a deep moan from Sam. He turned and let the water run down his hand. He positioned two fingers and pushed them slowly but firmly in. When he felt Sam relax he began working them in and out as he reached and began stroking Sam’s cock. He held the base of Sam’s cock between his index finger and thumb while cradling his balls. Sam’s hands went whiter on the towel rack as he held on tighter, and he whimpered as Dean’s fingers stroked across his prostate.

“Ohhh fuck! Oh yesss.” Sam panted as he rode the first orgasm.

Dean smiled, he’d felt the first orgasm all through Sam’s cock, balls and body holding him like this. ‘That’s my boy, a hard first one,’ Dean thought. He slowly released his left hand and ran it up Sam’s abs to play with and pinch his nipples. Sam was holding his breath.

“That’s interesting; you know your ass tightens up when your nipples are played with?” Dean asked. He wasn’t waiting for an answer. He fingered Sam’s left nipple and then squeezed it very hard as he pushed his prostate a little harder. The ragged high whine Sam let out went straight to Dean’s cock.

“There you go, that was a really good one wasn’t it?” Dean hardly paused but stroked his fingers in and out.

“God Dean…stars…” his voice was high, quiet as he panted hard. ‘He does that again and I’m not gonna be standing up any more,’ Sam thought. He let go of the towel rack slowly and rested his hands on the tub. His legs were shaking slightly.

Dean reached around him and put his arm across Sam’s chest. “Hold on baby brother here comes number three…” Dean circled it before stroking across it firmly. Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and clenched. He cried out. Dean knew he’d made him ejaculate this time. He waited as long as he could before he pulled out and used his other hand to help hold him up.

“Let’s get you to the bed Sammy,” Dean said firmly.

“I wanted you to fuck me.”

“Yeah well you’re not the first lover I’ve had that I made weak in the knees, come on.” He helped Sam from the tub and towards the bed, grabbing towels. “Can you stand up long enough for me to dry you?” He was already drying him off.

“Yeah I’m okay. Want to dry you too.” Sam looked rung out but he grabbed the other towel and began drying Dean. “Turn around Dean, I’ll be gentle.” He carefully patted the water from his brother’s other side. Dean turned and pushed Sam back towards the bed.

“Sit down. Suck my cock a little, Sam.” He was still hard but not erect and he wanted Sam to have the fucking he was after. He moaned as Sam licked across and around his cock head before going down on him. “Shit you’re good at this. You could give head for a living.” Dean moaned deep and low. He loved watching Sam do this.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous Sam. What did I ever do that was good enough to deserve you?” He stroked Sam’s wet hair and pushed it out of his eyes.

Sam looked up at him and sat up. “Fuck me Dean. Want to feel you move in me.”

Dean growled low and wicked as he pushed Sam back down onto the bed and lay on top of him. He began kissing and nipping Sam as he worked his way down his body. He felt Sam growing hard again under him. Dean stood up, reached down to his own bag and took his lube from the outer pocket. He pulled Sam to the edge of the bed, lifted his legs, popped the top and lubed them both. He stopped, his cock lying against Sam’s pucker. He locked eyes with Sam as he slowly pushed in. He felt like he could see into the depths of Sam’s soul when he took him like this. They both moaned quietly. Dean’s cock had a slight curve to it and he knew he’d make Sam come over and over in this position. He pulled in and out slowly, making Sam gasp with almost every stroke. He knew what he was doing to Sam. He’d done it to other men but he’d never told Sam that.

“God, your cock feels so damn good, but you need to speed up Dean, you’re fucking killing me after the shower.”

“Okay but if I speed up, I’ll come sooner.” Dean sped up and began thrusting harder. Sam nodded okay and started stroking himself. Dean still lasted much longer than he’d thought possible. He finally thrust hard into Sam and cried out, his cum filling his ass. Sam came almost immediately afterwards, sending streams of cum up his own chest. Dean bent over and kissed him on the lips before he pulled out. He threw Sam one towel and wiped himself off with the other.

“I’m done Sam. Totally wasted.” Dean lay down on the bed on his stomach and pulled the sheet up over his ass.

“I’m still gonna clean your cuts. It won’t take but a couple of minutes.”

“I’m okay, just let me sleep.”

Sam was already out of the bed and back with the sterile gauze and Betadine. He poured it onto the gauze and began gently dabbing his wounds. Dean grimaced underneath him and hissed a couple of times but Sam finished quickly. He threw the gauze into the trash and turned out the lights, slipping into bed next to Dean. Dean raised his head and kissed him.

“You take good care of me.”

“Well you take care of me too Dean. That’s a two way street.”

Dean nodded and lay against Sam’s back and threw his right arm over him.

“G’night Sam.”

“Night Dean.”

Sam lay still, thinking about the day’s events. He thought about how he’d tied his brother to trees in the woods, sexually and roughly stimulated him, flogged him and then fucked him against a rock - all because Dean had begged him to. What was it about Dean that he wanted Sam to do this to him? Begged him so earnestly that there was no way he would have refused. And worse - what did it mean that he got perverse pleasure and excitement from doing it to him? That he was really getting off on it? He didn’t think vanilla sex would ever hold the same appeal for him after this.

Sam tried to clear his mind so he could get to sleep, he was exhausted. He listened to the regular breathing of his brother and the drone of the window air conditioning unit. After a while Sam’s breathing relaxed, became slow and regular and he hovered on the edge of sleep. He could have sworn he heard a whispered “I’m all yours,” just as sleep took him over.


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