This Tainted Love
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,814
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1
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This Tainted Love
Title: This Tainted Love
Author: Chaos_Angel
Word Count: 705
Rating: solid R
Genre: Wincest….adult
Characters: Sam and sort of Dean.
Notes: This one fought me tooth and nail. I hope that it comes close to being in the vein of Soft Cells Tainted Love. Hope that ya’ll enjoy. Warnings: Some graphic mentions of oral sex and a self hand job.
Sam Winchester had lost count of how many nights he’d sat at the edge of the bed and watched as his older brother slept. The hard edges that normally marred his older brother’s face smoothed and faded into almost boyish looks. He loved the soft lines adorning Dean’s face as he lay in peaceful sleep on the bed across from him. He just knew that every night since Stanford, since Jess’d died, and they’d started on the long and winding road to find their father, he’d sat at the edge of his bed watching as his brother slept.
And every night after a couple hours of wondering what his brother was dreaming about, hoping that Dean was dreaming about him, he’d crawl back into his bed. He knew that whatever it was that put the light smile on his brother’s face as he slept, it wasn’t him.
Rolling onto his back Sam turned to look once more at his sleeping brother. Longing filled him. He’d wanted to tell Dean so many times since…but there never was a right time. He’d wanted to show him, but he didn’t want to drive Dean away. It wasn’t right; all these feelings he had for his brother.
He’d had them long before he left for Stanford. He pretended that they didn’t exist, pushed them aside and tried to forget. Forget how often he’d dreamt of kissing his brother; dreamt of being pinned between Dean and the mattress.
Pushed away the want for it to be Dean’s hand, thin fingers and strong grip, wrapped around his hardened length, moving in slow twists up and back down. A slightly shuttered gasp escaped his parted lips, and he tightened the grip.
Every other night he tried to remind himself that Dean was his brother. That the love he wanted from Dean was wrong. But then his mind showed him Dean trailing long, sloppy kisses down his neck and chest leading lower…and God his lips touched him. His hand grows harsher in it’s movements as thoughts of Dean’s lips and mouth on his erection working to bring him to the sweet heaven of ecstasy that was climax filled his mind’s eye.
He wanted more than the imagined feel of Dean’s tongue swirling in heated laps against his now weeping member; more than the imagined hands of his brother holding his hips to the mattress so that he wouldn’t choke him as his swollen dick hit the back of Dean’s throat from his erratic movements at the on set of his climax.
His fingers brushed tightly over the head of his erection and he barely caught the growled moan that’s formed in his throat.
He wanted to stop the movement of his hand, stop the onslaught of images assaulting his mind, to see if Dean had heard him and what he was doing, but his body had stopped responding to him. Maybe Dean seeing him this way wouldn’t be so bad. He could tell him that he was just missing Jess.
Even if he really wanted to say that he was thinking of Dean’s lips wrapped, all pink and swollen, around his cock. Or how often he’d dreamed of his brother impaling him on his own dick, and fucking him into the mattress of every motel they’d ever stayed in.
Dean would never know of the twisted love he felt for him. He didn’t want to drive his brother away.
Another pass of his fingers of the head to his shaft, and the image of Dean’s tongue dipping into the slit at his head- green eyes locked on Sam’s- fresh in his mind’s eye and Sam came in sputtering bursts. Strings of pearly come dotted his chest and stained the sheets and he felt relaxed again. At least until the next night.
It was twisted and tainting what of their relationship wasn’t strained, but he didn’t want it to stop. He couldn’t and wouldn’t make it stop. And someday the strained dance of pushing Dean away and pulling him back would stop. Someday Dean would know of his love for him. And someday Dean would want it too.
Until then he’d keep up with his nightly routine of vigilant watching and jacking off.
Fin.
Author: Chaos_Angel
Word Count: 705
Rating: solid R
Genre: Wincest….adult
Characters: Sam and sort of Dean.
Notes: This one fought me tooth and nail. I hope that it comes close to being in the vein of Soft Cells Tainted Love. Hope that ya’ll enjoy. Warnings: Some graphic mentions of oral sex and a self hand job.
Sam Winchester had lost count of how many nights he’d sat at the edge of the bed and watched as his older brother slept. The hard edges that normally marred his older brother’s face smoothed and faded into almost boyish looks. He loved the soft lines adorning Dean’s face as he lay in peaceful sleep on the bed across from him. He just knew that every night since Stanford, since Jess’d died, and they’d started on the long and winding road to find their father, he’d sat at the edge of his bed watching as his brother slept.
And every night after a couple hours of wondering what his brother was dreaming about, hoping that Dean was dreaming about him, he’d crawl back into his bed. He knew that whatever it was that put the light smile on his brother’s face as he slept, it wasn’t him.
Rolling onto his back Sam turned to look once more at his sleeping brother. Longing filled him. He’d wanted to tell Dean so many times since…but there never was a right time. He’d wanted to show him, but he didn’t want to drive Dean away. It wasn’t right; all these feelings he had for his brother.
He’d had them long before he left for Stanford. He pretended that they didn’t exist, pushed them aside and tried to forget. Forget how often he’d dreamt of kissing his brother; dreamt of being pinned between Dean and the mattress.
Pushed away the want for it to be Dean’s hand, thin fingers and strong grip, wrapped around his hardened length, moving in slow twists up and back down. A slightly shuttered gasp escaped his parted lips, and he tightened the grip.
Every other night he tried to remind himself that Dean was his brother. That the love he wanted from Dean was wrong. But then his mind showed him Dean trailing long, sloppy kisses down his neck and chest leading lower…and God his lips touched him. His hand grows harsher in it’s movements as thoughts of Dean’s lips and mouth on his erection working to bring him to the sweet heaven of ecstasy that was climax filled his mind’s eye.
He wanted more than the imagined feel of Dean’s tongue swirling in heated laps against his now weeping member; more than the imagined hands of his brother holding his hips to the mattress so that he wouldn’t choke him as his swollen dick hit the back of Dean’s throat from his erratic movements at the on set of his climax.
His fingers brushed tightly over the head of his erection and he barely caught the growled moan that’s formed in his throat.
He wanted to stop the movement of his hand, stop the onslaught of images assaulting his mind, to see if Dean had heard him and what he was doing, but his body had stopped responding to him. Maybe Dean seeing him this way wouldn’t be so bad. He could tell him that he was just missing Jess.
Even if he really wanted to say that he was thinking of Dean’s lips wrapped, all pink and swollen, around his cock. Or how often he’d dreamed of his brother impaling him on his own dick, and fucking him into the mattress of every motel they’d ever stayed in.
Dean would never know of the twisted love he felt for him. He didn’t want to drive his brother away.
Another pass of his fingers of the head to his shaft, and the image of Dean’s tongue dipping into the slit at his head- green eyes locked on Sam’s- fresh in his mind’s eye and Sam came in sputtering bursts. Strings of pearly come dotted his chest and stained the sheets and he felt relaxed again. At least until the next night.
It was twisted and tainting what of their relationship wasn’t strained, but he didn’t want it to stop. He couldn’t and wouldn’t make it stop. And someday the strained dance of pushing Dean away and pulling him back would stop. Someday Dean would know of his love for him. And someday Dean would want it too.
Until then he’d keep up with his nightly routine of vigilant watching and jacking off.
Fin.