Just Desserts

The smell of something sweet filled the air and Sam sniffed hopefully as he opened his eyes. His room came slowly into focus as he sat up and realized that today was not just any other day. Today was Sam's Birthday. He smiled and hopped out of the bed excitedly, running over and wrenching open his door. As soon as he stepped out into the hallway, however, he knew that something was not normal. He took another step and felt something warm and silky under his toe.

He looked down and saw that there was a trail of rose petals leading through the hallway and down the stairs. Wondering what Dean was up to, he followed the petals and descended the steps. When he reached the bottom, he saw that the rose petals continued into the kitchen. When he was mere feet from the kitchen's doorway, he noticed a small envelope on the ground, propped up by a rather tiny red plastic cap. He picked up the envelope and tore it open.

Are You Ready? Was all the note inside said. Utterly confuse, Sam picked up the small plastic cap and entered the kitchen. What met his eyes was the most seductive thing that he had even seen. Dean was laid out on the table, apparently sleeping, and completely naked; only a layer of Cool Whip covered his crotch, and his two nipples. Sam suddenly realized where the small red cap had come from. On Dean's chest in what appeared to be chocolate syrup was the message 'Waiting For My Prince Charming." Sam wasn't entirely sure what Dean had planned, but he was fairly certain that the message meant that he was supposed to kiss him.

Feeling rather foolish, Sam lowered his head and gently brushed Dean's lips with his own. Sam had a habit of licking his lips after he kissed anybody, and when he did it this time, he was met with a strong taste of strawberry that gave him the curious sensation that Dean was wearing lip gloss. Dean's eyes fluttered open dramatically and he looked up at Sam. "My hero," he said with an utterly sheepish look on his face.

"You weirdo," Sam said, laughing. Dean sat up and pressed his lips to Sam's, and Sam allowed himself to be dominated by the more experienced tongue. There again was that strong taste of strawberries, and Sam made a mental note to ask Dean later why on earth he tasted like that. The next thing he knew, Dean's tongue was gone and it was replaced by a finger covered in whipped cream. Sam smiled and licked the finger clean; he had forgotten that he'd told Dean about his secret obsession with whipped cream. When Dean's finger disappeared, Sam backed away slightly and opened his eyes. He almost melted just from the look on Dean's face. "There's no way that this is gonna end well, is there?"

"It depends on what you mean by well," Dean said.

"I'm not gonna be able to sit down when I leave this room am I?"

"Not for at least a week," Dean said before thrusting another finger into the creamy white substance coating his left nipple. Sam licked the finger clean obediently once more, but before Dean could dip the finger in a third time, Sam attacked the nipple on his own. When all the cream was gone, Sam bit down and teased the nipple until it was hard and aching, then he moved to the other one. Within moments, both of Dean's nipples were red and swollen. When Sam bit down sharply on one of them, Dean moaned loudly.

Then he moved his tongue down the body before him and stopped only for a moment to take a dip into the belly button. Dean's entire crotch area was covered in whipped cream and Sam wasted no time teasing Dean with a well practiced tongue. Sam was slowly and deliberately licking all around the long white thing that he knew to be Dean's neglected and swollen cock. When everything else was cleaned off, Sam looked up at Dean with a look that said quite clearly, "I'm done." He looked murderous, but at the same time like he had never needed anything so badly in his life.

"Sammy, please," he moaned. Being the good boy that he was, Sam complied. As soon as his tongue dipped into the cool surface of Dean's cock covering, Sam felt it twitch. At the slow rate that Sam was going, it took nearly two full minutes to clean the entire cock, and Dean loved every second of it. Knowing that it would drive Dean crazy, Sam used his tongue and licked slowly around the head of the cock before him. As he had known there would be, there was a sharp intake of breath from above him and Dean moaned more loudly than before.

Continuing his torture, Sam took only the head into his mouth and licked at the slit. When he moved his mouth down the rest of the shaft, Dean practically shouted. And when Sam's mouth reached the base and his cock brushed tonsils, it took everything in Dean's power not to shoot his load right then and there. For ten minutes, Sam sucked and swallowed Dean's cock, and he tried some new tricks that left the latter begging for more.

Finally, Dean grabbed Sam's head and pulled him up into another world shattering kiss. When the kiss was broken, Sam saw that there was a condom in Dean's hand. "Where'd you get that?" he panted.

"Don't worry about that," Dean said, climbing off of the table and facing Sam full on. "Strip," he ordered. Sam did as he was told. Moments later, Sam was bent over the table and Dean was sliding a well lubricated finger in and out of him. "How's that feel?" he asked.

"It feels so good..." Sam moaned, so Dean added another finger, and another. Once Sam had been sufficiently scissored with the three fingers, Dean felt that Sam was ready for the real thing.

All three fingers vanished and were immediately replaced by the thick, pulsating column that was Dean's manhood. And before Sam had time to prepare himself mentally, Dean slammed into him. Sam cried out in clear agony and then Dean hit a spot inside of him and a fire spread through him that immediately quelled all feelings of pain. Sam felt a hot pain that he knew was Dean's wet hand connecting with his bare ass; the pain from that only accentuated the pleasure of the entire experience. A few minutes later, Sam was on his back on the stove with his legs on Dean's shoulders, Dean pounding away mercilessly.

Sam slipped closer and closer to delirium with every thrust, and with every thrust, Dean hit that spot that made the stars burst in front of Sam's eyes. "Weavtamove," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked, clearly amused by his effect on Sam.

"We," Sam panted, and he appeared to be putting a great deal of effort into making sure that every word came out coherently, "have...to...move...my...back!"

Realization hit Dean. He had forgotten that they were on the stove and now the burners were obviously cutting into Sam's back. He lifted Sam from the stove and they moved to the floor. After a moment, Sam became bored with the proceedings. "Harder," he panted. Dean was happy to oblige.

Within moments, Dean had Sam back on his knees and was fucking him relentlessly. Both were covered in a thick layer of sweat when Dean insisted that he was about to cum. He withdrew his dick so quickly that it burned a little, ripped of the condom, and shot his load all over Sam's back. Sam felt his own balls contracting and before he knew what was happening, he was spewing his own thick strands of semen all over the linoleum.

They both collapsed in a heap and Sam struggled to catch his breath. He could still feel Dean invading him, and he loved it. "Happy Birthday, Sammy," Dean said. "I love you." Sam started. That was the first time that Dean had ever told him that. He smiled and settled in with his head on Dean's chest.


I'm sorry. I've recently developed a bit of a food fetish and it wouldn't be right if Sam and Dean didn't have it too. Review please.