Want

Wash and Wax

Pairing: Sam/Dean/the Impala
Rating/Warnings: NC17 slash (Wincest), oral sex, rimming, control, pain, anal sex, outdoors highway sex with a car.
Kinks: Immobilization
Prompt word: Memory
Word Count: 2,180
Spoilers: None for Supernatural.
Summary: Dean and Sam are driving across the flat Midwest plains and Sam’s bored out of his mind. Dean agrees to do pretty much anything Sam wants him to do in the future with his 24 hours. This is new for me; it’s from Sam’s POV.
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I don’t own them (drat). No infringement intended. Its fiction folks.


I sit watching the mostly flat and uninterrupted landscape from the Impala’s passenger window. I’m bored and I wish Dean would let me drive for a while. Sometimes the monotony of our traveling grows so old and I wish we could give all this up and put down roots somewhere… anywhere. It is no wonder that we’ve turned to bondage, discipline and S&M in our sex. I think about it more and more now. It’s becoming an obsession to me. I read everything I can about it and look at pictures on the internet. I want to try more and more things with Dean, take us deeper into this lifestyle. I twist towards him in the front seat and watch him for a while. He thinks he’s good looking but I think he’s damn fucking gorgeous. I love his mouth, his eyes and his masculine body. I can’t get enough of him. He’s aware I’m looking at him and a smirk goes across his face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that Sam?” he asks.

“I’m bored and want to do something,” I reply.

“Well stop staring at me. You’re making me a little nervous.”

I want him. I want him here in the middle of nowhere.

“Unzip your pants and take your cock out Dean.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed I’m driving. I’m a little occupied Sam.”

“All you’ve gotta do is keep the car on the road somewhere. We haven’t even seen another car in over an hour. Unzip your pants and take your cock out.” I’m sure he can hear the edge in my voice.

Dean smirks again but doesn’t move his hands from the steering wheel. “Not a good idea Sam. I’m not jerking off while I’m driving.”

I’m getting pissed with him now but I still want him to do it. “Unzip and take your fucking cock out Dean. It’s not a request.”

He raises his eyebrows and then squints his eyes together. I guess he figures I’m not going to give up.

“Hold the car in the road then bitch,” he mutters. I smile. He’s going to give me what I want. I hold the steering wheel and watch him closely as he undoes his belt and unzips his jeans. He reaches in and pulls out his cock which is already semi-hard. I can feel lust pooling in my loins at the sight of him. He takes the wheel back, putting both hands on the steering wheel. I watch him for a while longer. His cock is growing harder under my gaze without either of us even touching it. Being exposed is turning him on.

I reach over and rub his neck. He shivers ever so slightly. The need is showing on his face. He really wants me to touch him, to suck him. I will - but I want to give him a fuck he’ll never forget.

“You’re such a slut. How many girls have you gotten blow-jobs from while driving this car Dean? How many? I’m guessing a lot.”

“Why do you think I’ve gotten any blow-jobs while driving my baby? You know how important this car is to me.” He pets the dashboard. His bravado slides out of him like the pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock.

“That’s what I thought. So many you don’t know. Why’d you resist me Dean?” I ask as I reach over and take his cock firmly in my hand. He gasps and the car moves slightly in the road. He’s breathing heavier already as I slowly pump his cock up and down. I make no move to go down on him. I want him to beg for it. To say it. To be horny for me.

He’s moaning. It’s not enough stimulation for him and it’s getting to him.

“I don’t know. We’ve never done this driving before. Jeez, c’mon Sam I need more,” Dean says as he thrusts up in my hand. The car slows some as his foot slips off the accelerator.

“Tell me what you need,” I almost whisper as I draw closer to him. I continue to pump him slowly. I know this is starting to drive him crazy. I have all the time in the world.

“C’mon Sam. Stop playing around. Give me a blow-job. All this damn talking about it. Just do it.”

I can hear the need in his voice. “You have to ask nicer than that.” I whisper this time. He groans, growing frustrated that the stimulation is too slow, not nearly enough to get him off.

“Christ, c’mon Sam - please? Go down on me. I need you. I need more…”

That’s the tone of voice I’m looking for. His begging voice.

“Well, since you beg so prettily, slut…” I say quietly as I rub my thumb across the top of the head of his cock. Dean thrusts up into my grip. I go down on him this time. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth I bob on and off the head of his cock several times. He’s making higher pitched noises almost like a whine. He’s enjoying this on every level. If he gets what he wants too quickly he doesn’t appreciate it as much. I have to draw it out for us both. I stroke his cock a little quicker and a little firmer as I take more of his cock into my mouth. I move up and down, taking more and more of it into my mouth. I’m beginning to get him really worked up.

“Damn that’s good Sammy. So fucking good!” he gasps out. I stroke his balls as much as I can and run my left hand under his shirt and over his abs. I really want to fuck his ass now, but first I want him to agree to something. I totally stop what I am doing, wipe my mouth, sit back up and look at him. Disbelief and need wash across his face.

“God Almighty, why’d you stop? Don’t stop Sammy. This is cruel. C’mon!” Dean’s eyes are big as he speaks.

“I want to ask you something Dean. You remember when you said you’d give me 24 hours and you’d do anything I asked? Well, I’ve decided that I want those 24 hours split up anyway I want it. Maybe a half hour to an hour at the time. I want us to really experiment. You willing to do that?” I know he’ll give in. He wants me too badly.

“I don’t fucking care how you break it up as long as I get what I need too. If you don’t go back down on me I’m stopping the car and jerking off. I need to get off damn it!”

I laugh. He has no idea what he’s just agreed to do.

“Stop the car and get out Dean.” I gesture at the door.

“What? What the fuck? Have you lost your mind?” He’s incredulous looking now.

“You can take the keys. I’m not leaving you. Turn off the car. We can see two miles in either direction and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Get out of the car now and go stand behind it. Do what I say Dean.”

He huffs. Outdone, but he turns off the car. He leaves the keys but he goes and stands behind the car. I get out too and meet him at the back. I push him back against the trunk of the Impala and kiss him hard. I thrust my tongue into his mouth when he yields to me. I pinch his nipples firmly through his shirt. I pump his cock hard as it hangs out his pants. He squirms under my touch. He’s so fucking sexy. I want to devour him. I want to fuck my brother until he can’t do anything.

“Strip off. Totally.” I order him. He whimpers but starts doing it. I unzip and pull my own hard cock out and stroke it. I focus on him so I don’t come too fast. I’m so turned on it’s like my heartbeat is saying “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” instead of thump, thump, thump, thump. I kiss him and run my hands all over him. It feels like such power to have him strip naked for me out here in the open.

“Good boy.” I praise him as I nibble across his collarbone and suck his skin between my teeth and bite down drawing blood. He moans and writhes under me. It hurt. I lick the blood and suck on it before I kiss it gently.

“Get up on the trunk and lean back.” He does it. I wonder if this will be the first time he’s rimmed and fucked on the trunk of his car. I push his legs apart and tell him to hold them up. He holds them up and apart over his elbows. I lick his balls and then his crack, circling it with my tongue. His head thunks back onto the trunk and he moans. I smile at making him come undone. It gives me pleasure to know it affects him like this. I rim him again and thrust my tongue as far as I can into him. He’s whispering my name now, over and over. I lick two of my fingers and slowly push up into him with one hand and stroke him with the other one. I feel him clench around my fingers and he arches up gasping. I pull my fingers out and push three back in. I wait a moment for his ass to relax again before I stroke them in and out.

“Come again for me Dean. Give me another one.” My voice is firm. He knows it’s a demand, an order for him. I push in and out of him harder. I feel it coming and I hold the base of his cock hard, not moving it - holding it immobile. He clenches around my hand again and cries out this time. I want to fuck him, but I need to hurt him just a little. I think he needs it. I take my three fingers out and really spit on my hand. I line my fingers up again.

“Relax or it’ll hurt worse,” I say. I slowly push four fingers into his ass stretching and forcing him open. I’ve never put four into him before. He’s cursing and trying to push away from me. I grab him by the balls so he can’t move away. I hold him immobile, waiting for him to relax. After an eternity I move my hand out and then in again slowly. He grabs a hold of my arm and tries to hold me still. I know I’ll have finger shaped bruises there. I don’t stop but my movements are slow and deliberate. I pull my hand out, reach up and pull him to the edge of the trunk against me. I push my cock in all the way on the first thrust. He still hisses, not as much from my size but the length of my cock. I’m not gentle with him. I fuck him as hard as I can, as rough as I can; only slowly speeding up. When I finally come in him I come harder than I ever have from sex. He groans and shoots cum all over himself. I stand still, panting and trying to get air back in my lungs. I bend over and lick off all the cum I can reach before slipping out and helping him sit up on the trunk. I don’t really think about my cum getting all over his car.

I wrap my arms around him and take my time kissing and petting him. “So’d you get what you needed too?” I ask him quietly.

He nods yes.

“Didn’t hurt you too much did I?”

“It hurt and I’ll be a little sore but I’m okay Sam.”

“So, was this your first time being fucked on the trunk?” I hope that I’ve created a memory he’ll never forget.

“Shit yeah - and now I’ve got to go wash and wax the Impala,” he grins and shakes his head as he stands up.

I laugh and throw him his clothes. “Get your naked ass dressed and let’s go.”

“Bitch,” he calls me.

“Jerk,” I reply.