Consummation

Consummation
Author: Chissy_Rose
Fandom: Supernatural, set early in Season One
Rating: NC17 M/M slash (incest), oral sex, first time anal sex, rimming, teen/preteen oral sex
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

Sam sat across from his brother Dean, eating and watching him eat his steak as though it was the best damn steak in the world. They were both ravenous. They’d just sent a particularly dangerous spirit back to hell that evening and had gotten pretty banged-up for their trouble. It had been more intense than usual and Dean had saved his ass like he had other times before. It was good to have someone that cared and protected you like that.

Given the problems they’d had and the attention they’d gotten, Dean had suggested they drive to the next town for the night and get a room there. By the time they’d gotten to the edge of the town, the only eating place that wasn’t closed was a small mom and pop diner flashing its open sign. They’d shuffled in and slid into a booth, ordering steaks, fries and beers. They looked like they’d been fighting and rolling around in the dirt. Dean tried not to be obvious but he studied Sam after they ordered. Sam had been a little off the last couple of days. His moods had been more volatile. He was having precognitive nightmares again when he’d fall asleep. Dean worried about him a lot. Sam had left this hunter lifestyle when he’d gone to college, only to get pulled back into it because of their pa’s disappearance and then the supernatural death of his girlfriend Jessica. All Sam had wanted was to have a normal life. Dean wanted a normal life too, but knew that their paths in this world had already been set. Their mom had been killed by a yellow-eyed demon and their pa was a master hunter of the supernatural. As their off-spring their lot had been cast when they were conceived. Hunters raised hunters.

Dean smiled a little crooked smile. Sam had dirt and blood caked on his face. Before he’d thought it through, Dean licked and spit on his thumb and wiped Sam’s face. Sam had pulled back and arched an eyebrow.

“Don’t spit on me,” Sam muttered. Dean sighed. He’d slipped into caretaker mode and he never knew how Sam was going to take it. Sam leaned back in the booth out of his reach. Maybe his younger brother was just worn out; maybe he just needed some space. Something was going on but Dean was damned if he could figure out what.

The waitress brought their food and set it out before them. She smiled prettily at Sam who pretty much ignored her. But Dean smiled back at her. Sam watched Dean eat and thought about all they’d been through together, so much more than most people could conceive of.

Dean was chatting with the waitress, Julie Beth her nametag said; asking her where a good inexpensive motel might be. He was smiling, nodding and giving her lots of eye contact. Sam watched Dean pour it on, and he realized that he was feeling jealous that this woman could so easily draw Dean out like this. He wished he could make Dean’s face light up like that. Dean was touching her hand lightly as he talked. Sam knew this woman would fuck Dean if he asked her out tonight. He was lucky that way.

He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, thinking about what growing up had been like. They’d always been really close as kids and they’d been left alone a lot, sometimes days at the time while their pa had been on a demon hunt. One thing about having Dean as an older brother was that when he learned something new, he always came and told Sam. As a result, Sam always knew more about most things than the other kids in his classes. He smiled as he remembered how as little kids; their pa had made them bathe together so Dean could help get him clean. Sam thought about how they’d played so innocently with each other’s naked bodies and how they knew each other’s touch. He remembered how proud Dean had been when he’d gone into puberty first, grown body hair and had started shaving. When they’d found a few men’s magazines thrown out at a trash dumpster, Dean had even taught Sam about masturbation and straight sex. Dean taught him, like he taught him everything else. Sam remembered vividly when Dean had learned about oral sex. He’d come home late after school and he’d told him all about it. Sam had been amazed that people would do that. They sat on the bed talking a long while before Dean had shyly asked him if he wanted to try it. He told Sam he didn’t have to and they’d only experiment if Sam wanted to. Sam liked knowing about sex before other kids did, so he’d agreed to try it out. They’d both taken their clothes off and laid down on the bed. Dean coached him as to what to do. Sam was amazed that his older brother’s cock grew so much and got so hard. Dean was moaning but seemed to be enjoying it. When Dean started on him, Sam thought that this must have been the best thing ever in the world. God it felt so good! Sam had his first sexual erection from oral sex. He’d been so surprised when Dean had ejaculated and shot cum all over his belly. He was glad then when their father left them alone after that, his teenage hormones and lust made him want to fool around with Dean as much as possible. He knew that their relationship was abnormal maybe even taboo in the eyes of the world, but he didn’t care about that. No one knew, no one cared, it was their secret. He’d loved Dean more than anyone in the world.

The waitress went to an empty table and brought ketchup back, bent over low and handed it to Dean. She made sure he got an eyeful. Dean smiled and glanced over at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Sam also remembered sadly how when Dean started dating girls, he’d suddenly become hesitant to do anything more with him. He’d talked about how guys were supposed to have sex with girls and get what they needed from them. Peer pressure or maybe guilt had driven Dean away from him and into the arms of women. Sam thought about how rejected and torn up he’d been when he couldn’t interest Dean in fooling around with him. They’d never even fucked one another. He didn’t think that Dean even knew that he’d become bisexual in high school and that he’d let guys fuck him a long time before he had sex with a woman. Looking back now Sam realized he’d been trying to fill the void he’d felt when Dean pulled away from him. He doubted that his couple of girlfriends ever realized the real reason he’d had been so popular with guys.

Sam’s countenance darkened. This supernatural hunter lifestyle had cost him a lot. He’d dropped out of Stanford so close to finishing his pre-law degree. He’d lost touch with many of his friends, though he’d tried to keep in touch by email. He’d hoped his girlfriend Jessica would make him happy and be his ticket to a normal life; but she had been killed and burned by a demon, twenty-two years to the day, just like his mom had when he was just a baby. He’d been an infant when his mom had died so he didn’t really remember it. But he couldn’t get the images out of his mind of Jessica dead and sliced open, pinned on the ceiling above him bursting into flames. He wished to God he’d never seen that. Now he understood his pa’s obsession with finding the demon that had killed their mom. Then their pa had gone missing and was out-of-touch with them - so it was just the two of them now. They’d moved around so frequently growing up that it had been almost impossible to have a close relationship with anyone else.

All he had now was Dean. He realized watching Dean flirting with this waitress that he felt lonelier tonight than he’d ever felt before. He wanted to have Dean totally and to be everything for him again. He sighed again and shifted his tall frame. Dean heard him, looked his direction this time and saw his face. He gave the waitress a shorter smile this time and asked for the check. Something wasn’t just right with Sammy, so Dean decided that maybe they should just find a room and call it a night. He could come back to this diner tomorrow if they stayed in town.

They found a hotel with a vacancy sign on just up the road. It apparently had a pool and bar around back on one side. Dean asked if they could get a room away from the bar and the desk clerk gave them a room on the far end. They drove down to it and carried their bags to the door. Dean grimaced when he realized he hadn’t specified double beds and they’d gotten a king. Sam was a restless sleeper, even without nightmares and always stole the covers. He was too tired to go back to the office to make a change. If everything was clean and the bed was comfortable, that was all he cared about. He cut on the air conditioning unit and set his bags down in a chair. Sam kicked off his shoes and turned on the tv before flopping down on the bed.

“I’ve got first dibs on the shower,” Dean stated.

“You got it first last time.” Sam glanced at Dean as he started to get undressed. “Fine jerk, just don’t use up all the hot water.”

Dean was already stripping down and looking for clean underwear in his bag, “You’re such a girl sometimes Sammy.” Sam shot him the bird as he channel chased and Dean just laughed. He liked pushing Sam’s buttons sometimes and getting a rise out of him.

“I don’t like cold showers. You take too fucking long and I’m coming in,” Sam threatened as he watched his brother more closely.

“Right. You do that. There’ll be consequences.” Dean laughed, shot him a warning look and slung his boxers over his shoulder. He closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the water. Sam sighed and thought, ‘Yeah, well maybe I’d like the consequences Dean.’

Sam pulled out a few clothes and put some things in his bedside stand. He saw himself in the mirror and realized he looked just as dirty, bloody and worn as Dean did. He stripped down to his boxers and sat frustrated on the edge of the bed in front of the tv. He could hear Dean moan from pleasure when he stepped into the hot shower. ‘What have I got to lose?’ he thought. ‘I’m miserable like this. I’m with him almost all the time and I want him so damn bad I can’t stand it. Dean will either tell me to quit and push me away, tell me to leave or he’ll let me have what I want. I’ve just got to try. I can’t keep going like this. I need him too badly.’

Sam anxiously worked up his courage and decided on his plan of action. He opened the door, went in and put up the toilet seat. “I’ve got to take a piss,” he announced. Dean didn’t reply. When he finished he put down the toilet seat and flushed. He heard Dean gasp and saw him jump and move to the side of the shower as the water changed temperature.

“Damn it, warn me next time,” he gasped.

Sam braced himself as he pulled off his boxers and stepped into the back of the shower with Dean.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dean growled. “Get out of here!” He pushed against Sam’s shoulder to push him away. He felt old guilt and desire rise up in him like bile. He was the oldest; he should have never fooled around with his younger brother. It was his responsibility to protect Sam. He had taken advantage of his trust. He’d just made their relationship even more dysfunctional growing up or at least that’s what their dad had told him.

Dean’s pulse was racing now. It’d been all he could do to not seduce Sam. He knew if they ever fucked their relationship would never approach normal again. He wouldn’t give up having Sam a second time.

“Lighten up. We used to take showers together and I want a hot shower too. ‘Sides… I can wash your back and you can wash mine. We both got dirt and blood all over us.” Sam reached out his hand and demanded the soap from him.

“That was over ten years ago Sammy. An eternity. Another lifetime.” Dean looked conflicted, motionless for what seemed to be forever. His resolve weakened.

“Come on, give me the soap…” Sam tried to be nonchalant as he gestured for the soap again. He saw Dean hesitate and then sigh hard as he passed the soap into his large hands. Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he prayed this bode well for what he wanted to happen next. “Turn around so I can lather up your back,” he ordered lightly. Dean sighed again but turned around and put his hands up on the tile and leaned slightly against it. Sam worked the soap into lather in his hands. He started on Dean’s upper back, lathering his back, then the shoulders and up his arms, massaging them as he washed Dean slowly. He could tell Dean was beginning to enjoy it and was relaxing into his touch. Sam slowly lathered his way downward before running his hands across Dean’s ass. He could tell Dean was biting back a moan and he decided to kick things up another notch. He hoped Dean wouldn’t fight him now. He wanted this so damn much. He slid his arms around Dean’s body to the front and pressed hard against him. Dean tensed immediately in his arms, not meaning to.

“Please don’t freak out Dean. Just go with it. I need this and I think you do too…” His arms were wrapped tightly around Dean’s chest. Dean put his hands on top of Sam’s and could tell he wouldn’t get Sam’s hands off of him without a fight. He could feel his determination.

“It’s not right Sammy, let me go…”

“It doesn’t hurt anyone Dean. It’s nobody’s business but ours. Please God…don’t turn me away now…you’re all I’ve got left.” His voice cracked. Dean could hear the desire and desperation in Sam’s voice. Sam didn’t hesitate; he slipped his right hand to Dean’s cock and balls and ran his hands over them firmly. He pulled his soapy cock over and over again as it grew rock hard in his hands. Dean moaned loudly and as his head fell forward, he rested it against the cool tile. His younger brother had taken him to the point of no return now. His own lust for Sam was burning in his veins. He felt his taller, younger brother kissing across his back, to his neck and the side of his face.

“Wanna kiss you,” Sam said quietly as he turned Dean towards him, wrapping his left arm around him but still pumping Dean’s cock. Dean made a loud whimper and was breathing harder as Sam pressed his lips slowly against Dean’s. Sam swiped his tongue across his lips and felt them yield, opening up to him. Sam slipped his tongue in his mouth and felt Dean’s tongue tangle against his. He could feel the heat coming off Dean. They kissed for several moments before Sam moved to the side of his jaw and neck, then lower down his chest. He kissed his nipples before gently licking and sucking them. Dean’s gasps and moans were making him desire his brother even more, if that was possible. He pushed Dean back so the shower stream rinsed him and went down on his knees, taking the head of his cock into his mouth and cradling his balls in one hand. Both of Dean’s hands were tangled in his wet hair now and he moaned so loudly that Sam was glad there was no one next door. He rolled his tongue around the head of his cock and pushed down on it as far as he could take it. It wasn’t a problem taking his brother’s thick cock into his mouth. He wanted to drive Dean into a sexual frenzy. He squeezed his ass and caressed his balls. Dean offered no resistance. He thrust lightly against Sam’s mouth. Sam ran the side of his mouth up and down along the side of his brother’s velvet skin before deep throating him again.

“Good God! I’d forgotten how good you were at this. Shit!” Dean was trying hard not to pump his load down his brother’s throat but was surprised when Sam pulled back and switched back to stroking him. Sam looked up at him with what Dean called his ‘puppy dog eyes’ and Dean knew he was putty in Sam’s hands.

“I want you so badly Dean…I wanna fuck. Please give me this. I need it…” Sammy begged. Dean wasn’t sure if Sammy wanted to fuck him or vice versa.

‘What the hell,’ he finally thought. ‘It doesn’t matter. Whatever Sam wants. He’s all I care about anyway.’ He nodded resolutely. Sam pushed them both gently under the stream to wash off the last of the soap. Dean turned off the water and followed Sam out of the shower. Sammy grabbed a towel and started drying Dean and himself off before he wrapped the towel around Dean and pulled him against him roughly to plunder his lips. He ground his erection against his brother’s as they kissed and they both groaned into the kiss. Dean walked Sam backwards down onto the bed and pushed him back against the pillows.

“My turn baby brother,” he said decisively as he took Sam’s cock into his mouth and separated his long legs. It was Sam’s turn to gasp. He didn’t know whether his brother had given any guy a blowjob since they’d fooled around in their teens, but damn, he sure remembered what to do. Suddenly Dean moved down further and alternated sucking his balls into his mouth as he stroked Sam’s cock.

“Oh God, Dean, so damned good!” Sam cried out. Dean glanced up at him and wished to God he could have a picture of his brother’s face like this to remember forever. He moved down further licking his taint before he held his brother’s cheeks open and began rimming him. Sam’s voice went up two octaves in pleasure. Dean smiled up at him briefly before sliding his tongue as deep as he could get it into his pucker. Sam’s whole body was on fire. Dean had never heard his brother make sounds like this before. He’d have to not tease him too hard about it later.

Sam was struggling to get up on his elbows. “Dean! Dean! Look at me please…” Dean moved back up to his balls and was licking them roughly while making eye contact with him. “I want you inside of me. Fuck me! I want to feel you in me.”

“You damn sure about this Sam? You wanna bottom for me?” Dean felt so many emotions. They’d never done this before and there’d be no going back.

“Yes, I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want to feel you come in me.”

“You’re mine then. Your ass belongs to me.” Dean sat back, rimmed Sam again before pushing two wet fingers into him slowly. Sam arched up when Dean finally found his prostate.

“Good God Almighty! Ohhhh…” Sam gasped as Dean sucked the head of his cock and ran his finger tips across his sweet spot again. Dean did it again just to hear Sam’s raw whimper.

“Stop Dean or I’m gonna shoot my wad and I don’t want to do that yet. Come on and fuck me.”

“You got a condom or are we gonna do this bareback?”

“There’s lubed condoms in the drawer here,” Sam gestured to the bedside table on his side as he moved towards it. He took one out and tore it open with his teeth. Dean shifted in the bed and Sam pushed him down on his back. He took Dean’s cock in his hands and it was still rock hard. He swiped his tongue over the precum leaking out and Dean closed his eyes. Sam pushed the condom down over his brother’s cock.

Dean opened his eyes and looked into Sam’s. “We can still stop Sammy. Once we do this, there’s no undoing it.”

“Christ Dean, just shut up and fuck me. I’d have never gotten in the shower with you if it hadn’t been what I’ve wanted for a long time.” Sam pushed Dean down against the pillows again and straddled his hips. He ran one hand lightly over Dean and used the other one to line his ass up with Dean’s cock. He held it with his long fingers and slowly lowered himself onto Dean’s rigid cock. He was pushing out, trying to make it not hurt.

Dean moaned deeply, “Good God Sammy - you’re so tight.”

Sam was biting down on his lower lip and had closed his eyes. He was trying to control his breathing as he adjusted to Dean’s size. He’d been anxious about whether he’d get his brother to do this and he was tighter than he realized. Sam opened his eyes again and thought Dean looked like pure desire. He bent over and kissed him, nipping him with his teeth. Sam slowly pulled off and then pushed back onto his cock. They both moaned together. Sam began to fuck his brother faster and deeper and Dean began to thrust back when he saw that Sam wasn’t in any pain. Sam ran his fingers across Dean’s chest and pinched his nipples hard. Dean moaned, bucked up against him harder and hit his prostate directly. Sam closed his eyes, moaned and almost fell over on Dean. “Oh fuck…ohhhh so good!” Sam panted. Dean stroked his brother’s cock hard and Sam made an unintelligible noise.

Dean smiled up at him and tried to repeat the same thrust. Sam’s high pitch whimper and moan almost made him come. It was a heady thing to make your brother sound like that.

Sam smiled at Dean as they slowed the pace a little. This felt so good. “Only want you to fuck me like this. I’m not complete without you. Never have been.” Dean grabbed his head and pulled Sam down for several kisses. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and rolled over onto his back so Dean was on top.

“Fuck me harder Dean. I wanna still feel you in the morning.” Sammy reached down and took his own cock in his hands and began stroking it harder and faster. Dean moved Sam’s long legs over his shoulders. He pushed in and began a hard, fast rutting fuck. Sammy grew louder and Dean was more turned on than he’d ever been. Who knew that fucking his brother could make him sound like this? To hell with normalcy.

Dean was slamming against him hard, felt that familiar sensation in his balls and knew he was coming. “Oh God Sammy! Fuck! Ohhhhhh!”

Sammy squeezed his own cock even tighter, faster and gave an extra twist to the head of his cock and came right behind him. He called Dean’s name as his cum shot ropey up his chest. Dean smiled and licked it from his brother’s chest. He leaned in to kiss him and made sure that Sam tasted his own cum.

“God Dean – please don’t move. Please…just for a minute or two.” Sam’s voice was full of emotion. Dean nodded and smiled as he felt his brother still quivering around and below him. Sam looked like he’d come undone.

“Okay?” he asked finally. Sammy nodded and Dean pulled out slowly, peeled off the condom and threw it towards the trash can. Dean flopped over to his side of the bed and mashed his pillow up under his head. He draped one arm over his eyes and sighed. Dean’s body language was speaking volumes.

“Hey, Dean,” he whispered as he rolled over against his brother. Dean uncovered his eyes and looked unsurely at him. He took Dean’s jaw in his hand and kissed his brother slowly and tenderly before lying against him. He felt Dean stiffen ever so slightly. Dean was worried about how this would change things – what this would mean about him and Sam. How could he have an incestuous gay relationship with his brother? What if he damaged Sam even worse than when they’d been younger? How could he live with that? Doubts plagued him.

Sam wasn’t going to let Dean leave him this time. “I want you to know that I want this. I’ve wanted you so damn badly for the last ten years that I hurt all the way into the depths of my soul. Please don’t push me away again. I won’t be able to fucking take it.” Sam was holding him tightly, not wanting to let go of him.

Dean sighed, “I’m not going anywhere without you Sam, you know that.”

“Then damn it, don’t pull away from me like you did before.”

Dean looked at him. “What do you mean like I did before?”

Sam’s eyes were watering. Damn it! He absolutely didn’t want to get too emotional about this. That’s exactly what Dean doesn’t want he thought. “We were really close until you started dating girls and then you just emotionally and physically left me. You rejected me and didn’t want me any more.”

“Damn it Sam. I didn’t know you took it that hard. I had to stop it; I didn’t really have a choice. I wasn’t rejecting you, I… well, shit.”

“Why’d you have to stop it then Dean? Nobody knew. We weren’t hurting anybody. I wanted it, wanted you. More than anything in the world, and I know you wanted me too. There was no reason to pull away from me like that. You were all I really had.”

Dean looked sorrowful and ran his hands into Sam’s hair. “I had to…didn’t have a choice. I did want you Sam, and every time you begged me or wanted me it tore me up to turn you away.”

“Then why the hell did you do it?” Sam could see the conflict in Dean’s face. He didn’t want to tell him the real reason but he didn’t want to lie to his younger brother.

“Because, because dad saw us together one evening when he came home early. We didn’t know it. He took me out later and gave me a bad whipping and told me I’d better never do that with you again. Told me he was disappointed in me. That I was abusing you and that it was unnatural. Said I was damaging you emotionally. He talked to me a long time and made me promise to not do that again. He wanted me to start dating girls and never touch you like that again…I guess I just broke that promise.”

“God Dean, you shoulda told me. I didn’t know he’d seen us. I spent all those years thinking it was something that I’d done that had made you turn away and reject me. I wish you’d have just told me.”

Both brothers lay still thinking, Sam was still holding Dean tightly. Afraid to let go. Finally Sam spoke. “I really enjoyed what we just did Dean. Did you enjoy it?”

Dean listened to him quietly before nodding yes. “You know I did.”

“You want me Dean? I want you so damn bad it hurts.”

Dean nodded yes, “Yeah I do, I just never thought we’d consummate this.”

“Tell me you’re willing to do it again.”

Dean sighed. ‘I’m toast,’ he thought. ‘I’ll never be able to stop this now. I desire him just as much as he desires me.’

He ran the back of his fingers across Sam’s face and traced his jaw line. “I want to Sam, but I’m warning you, this may make me screwed up until I come to terms with it. I just never thought…”

“That we’d consummate our relationship, I know. But how will I know if you’re more screwy than usual?” Sam teased.

Dean pulled out a pillow and hit Sam squarely with it. Sam just laughed.

“So anything else we need to talk about?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I don’t like chick-flick moments, so…”

“Yeah, I know.” Sam pulled the sheets up over them as Dean rolled over. Sam spooned against his brother’s back side.

“Oh Jeez,” Dean muttered. Sam just smiled and held on until sleep took them over.