[FIC] Never Again
Jul. 9th, 2014 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexisjanePairing - Sam/Dean
Rating - NC-17
Disclaimer - These are my words but all my base are belong to Kripke, Sera, Ben or whoever so don't sue me. It's just for fun.
Word count - 1354
Warnings - Dubcon, Blow job, Sex Accident, Hurt!Dean, Bottom!Dean, Restraint
Summary - It's Sammy's birthday and Dean did promise...
Notes - Written for skeletncloset's birthday back in April but only just realised I didn't put it in a post....this is me doing that now.
Never Again
Rating - NC-17
Disclaimer - These are my words but all my base are belong to Kripke, Sera, Ben or whoever so don't sue me. It's just for fun.
Word count - 1354
Warnings - Dubcon, Blow job, Sex Accident, Hurt!Dean, Bottom!Dean, Restraint
Summary - It's Sammy's birthday and Dean did promise...
Notes - Written for skeletncloset's birthday back in April but only just realised I didn't put it in a post....this is me doing that now.
Never Again
In the moment before he opened his eyes, he wondered if he had been buried alive again. The weight on his chest was crushing the air out of him. He tried to shift but he couldn’t move, his arms pinned at his sides. He started to panic but when he finally thought to lift his eyelids and take a look, he was just confused.
Sam was sitting on his chest.
Naked and smiling.
“Mornin’, Dean.”
“Um, mornin’ Sammy.” He struggled to pull air back into his lungs to say more. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing on me?”
Sam smiled even wider and there was something in his eyes that make Dean’s stomach flip. “It’s my birthday.”
Dean licked his lips and eyed Sam’s semi-hard dick with suspicion. “I know that, Sam. Happy Birthday?” The last part came out as a question as Sam started to shuffle further up his chest.
“I want my present.” Sam said, sounding breathy with anticipation.
Dean nodded. “Sure, it’s over there in my duffel, if you just let me up…”
“No.” Sam’s voice was firm. “No. You know what I want.”
Dean closed his eyes and swallowed.
He had forgotten. Forgotten how, as much as he loved fucking his brother, getting fucked by his brother, all the myriad depraved things they did to each other under cover of darkness and, Hell, sometimes right out in the open in broad day light over the hood of the Impala at the side of the road, sucking Sam’s cock had become a major issue.
~•~
Before Sam had turned into a giant, it was no problem. Dean would be on his knees for hours, licking and sucking, hard or soft he didn’t care, Sam was big and beautiful and he only had to ask and Dean would have his mouth on him all day if he could. But as Sam started to fill out, well, he just got bigger all over. It became more and more difficult for Dean to get him in his mouth. It felt like he was deep throating him but could still practically have both hands around the base of his cock. Sam may have still been his little brother but in the privacy of his own mind, Dean started to call Sam’s dick, the Bigger Brother.
And then there had been the ‘incident’.
Sam bitching and moaning on the longest road trip they had taken in a while, eventually just repeating “Suck me. Suck me...” over and over and over like he was fucking twelve or something, until, in a flurry of spitting gravel, Dean pulled the car violently over to the side of the road, unclipped his seatbelt and leaned over into Sam’s lap.
Dean was pissed so maybe he had sucked a little hard, maybe jerked his hand a little too enthusiastically but when Sam stop moaning, “Oh god, Dean just like that, yeah, just…” and bucked up, Dean wasn’t ready. Somehow Sam’s cock slipped from his lips and Sam came right on Dean’s face and even worse, he seemed to aim perfectly for his left eye.
Dean thought the pain was bad when it happened but thirty minutes later it was so excruciating, he had to pull over to let an extremely sheepish Sam climb into the driver’s seat and drive the rest of the way. The next morning when he woke up, pus was gluing his eyelid shut and it took two weeks of antibiotics until the infection was completely gone.
When Dean had said emphatically, “Never again, Sam never! You can fuck me as much as you want but I don’t want that thing near my face again, you hear me!” he had felt at little bad at the look of shame and rejection on Sam’s face so in a moment of weakness he’d added “Well, maybe just on your birthday or something.” Sam’s birthday had been so far away, it didn’t seem like a big deal…then.
~•~
Now, though, with the Bigger Brother fattening nicely on his collarbone and Sam grinning above him like a kid waiting patiently in his pajamas to unwrap the shiny new bicycle-shaped gift in the driveway, Dean was actually feeling a little scared. And it must have shown on his face too.
Sam’s shoulders dropped and his smile faded, “But…but you promised!”
Dean opened his mouth to try and say something but Sam’s face clouded over with anger, and glaring at Dean, he didn’t give him the chance to speak. “You promised.”
Sam grabbing Dean hard by the jaw had an unexpected effect. It made Dean slam his jaw shut so tight that he could feel his teeth grind together and made him squirm and buck under Sam’s heavy weight. He tried to free his hands from where Sam had his feet hooked over them, holding them to the mattress, using every move he’d been taught since he could remember, all making no difference to his position. But as he struggled he realized that all the movement was not only making Sam harder, his cock thick and bobbing in front of his face now, but Dean felt himself getting hard. Which was ridiculous because he hated this.
Sam pushed his thumbs roughly in between Dean’s lips and ran them back around Dean’s teeth as far as they would go and pushed down hard. The pain was so much that Dean opened his mouth, instantly regretting it as Sam’s weighty cock came down on the opening, smearing pre-come over his lips.
“Lick me, Dean or so help me...!”
Sam didn’t need to finish. Dean’s tongue flicked out, shyly at first but when Sam let go of Dean’s mouth, letting his hands card up into his hair, Dean lapped long, slow stripes as best he could, relishing the taste after so long, his own cock twitching every time his tongue felt the transition from vein to satin smooth head.
When Sam leant forward, clutching Dean’s short hair in one fist, the other hand grasping his jaw and pulling it down, pushing his huge dick into Dean’s open mouth, he didn’t notice that Dean managed to free a hand from under his leg.
As he started to fuck into Dean’s mouth, slowly at first, Sam was so fixated on the tears running out of the corners of Dean’s eyes, the way his lips stretched tight around his size, and the choking noise Dean was making every time Sam hit the back of his throat, that he didn’t notice Dean’s hand on his own cock pumping hard in time with Sam’s thrusts.
He did notice though when Dean’s finger, slicked with his own pre-come pushed it’s way into Sam's ass, finding his prostate and letting Sam’s momentum, as he fucked Dean’s face harder and harder, massage it until Sam lost all rhythm.
As Sam started to pull out, Dean forced his other hand free from restraint and grabbed wildly. With one hand on each of Sam’s cheeks, he tilted his head up, forcing Sam’s pulsing cock further down his throat. As Dean choked down the harsh jets of come, his vision speckling with black dots, he felt his own orgasm rip through him, spraying up and coating Sam’s back and his own hands with white.
He must have blackout for a moment as the next thing he knew was Sam, lying next to him, his soft naked body pressed along his side, softly saying his name over and over, wiping the tears and sweat and spit and come off his face with yesterday's tshirt. “Dean? Are you okay?”
It took Dean a minute, licking his sore, swollen lips and willing his used throat to let the crumpled, thready words out, “Fuck you, Sam.”
Sam smiled and sank his teeth into Dean’s shoulder for a moment before resting his chin on the teeth marks and saying, “Thank you for my present. I loved it. I can’t wait for my next birthday.”
Dean coughed and wiped his mouth. He turned to Sam and kissed him slow and deep before saying, “Well…there’s always Christmas. I never know what to get you for Christmas.”
Sam was sitting on his chest.
Naked and smiling.
“Mornin’, Dean.”
“Um, mornin’ Sammy.” He struggled to pull air back into his lungs to say more. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing on me?”
Sam smiled even wider and there was something in his eyes that make Dean’s stomach flip. “It’s my birthday.”
Dean licked his lips and eyed Sam’s semi-hard dick with suspicion. “I know that, Sam. Happy Birthday?” The last part came out as a question as Sam started to shuffle further up his chest.
“I want my present.” Sam said, sounding breathy with anticipation.
Dean nodded. “Sure, it’s over there in my duffel, if you just let me up…”
“No.” Sam’s voice was firm. “No. You know what I want.”
Dean closed his eyes and swallowed.
He had forgotten. Forgotten how, as much as he loved fucking his brother, getting fucked by his brother, all the myriad depraved things they did to each other under cover of darkness and, Hell, sometimes right out in the open in broad day light over the hood of the Impala at the side of the road, sucking Sam’s cock had become a major issue.
~•~
Before Sam had turned into a giant, it was no problem. Dean would be on his knees for hours, licking and sucking, hard or soft he didn’t care, Sam was big and beautiful and he only had to ask and Dean would have his mouth on him all day if he could. But as Sam started to fill out, well, he just got bigger all over. It became more and more difficult for Dean to get him in his mouth. It felt like he was deep throating him but could still practically have both hands around the base of his cock. Sam may have still been his little brother but in the privacy of his own mind, Dean started to call Sam’s dick, the Bigger Brother.
And then there had been the ‘incident’.
Sam bitching and moaning on the longest road trip they had taken in a while, eventually just repeating “Suck me. Suck me...” over and over and over like he was fucking twelve or something, until, in a flurry of spitting gravel, Dean pulled the car violently over to the side of the road, unclipped his seatbelt and leaned over into Sam’s lap.
Dean was pissed so maybe he had sucked a little hard, maybe jerked his hand a little too enthusiastically but when Sam stop moaning, “Oh god, Dean just like that, yeah, just…” and bucked up, Dean wasn’t ready. Somehow Sam’s cock slipped from his lips and Sam came right on Dean’s face and even worse, he seemed to aim perfectly for his left eye.
Dean thought the pain was bad when it happened but thirty minutes later it was so excruciating, he had to pull over to let an extremely sheepish Sam climb into the driver’s seat and drive the rest of the way. The next morning when he woke up, pus was gluing his eyelid shut and it took two weeks of antibiotics until the infection was completely gone.
When Dean had said emphatically, “Never again, Sam never! You can fuck me as much as you want but I don’t want that thing near my face again, you hear me!” he had felt at little bad at the look of shame and rejection on Sam’s face so in a moment of weakness he’d added “Well, maybe just on your birthday or something.” Sam’s birthday had been so far away, it didn’t seem like a big deal…then.
~•~
Now, though, with the Bigger Brother fattening nicely on his collarbone and Sam grinning above him like a kid waiting patiently in his pajamas to unwrap the shiny new bicycle-shaped gift in the driveway, Dean was actually feeling a little scared. And it must have shown on his face too.
Sam’s shoulders dropped and his smile faded, “But…but you promised!”
Dean opened his mouth to try and say something but Sam’s face clouded over with anger, and glaring at Dean, he didn’t give him the chance to speak. “You promised.”
Sam grabbing Dean hard by the jaw had an unexpected effect. It made Dean slam his jaw shut so tight that he could feel his teeth grind together and made him squirm and buck under Sam’s heavy weight. He tried to free his hands from where Sam had his feet hooked over them, holding them to the mattress, using every move he’d been taught since he could remember, all making no difference to his position. But as he struggled he realized that all the movement was not only making Sam harder, his cock thick and bobbing in front of his face now, but Dean felt himself getting hard. Which was ridiculous because he hated this.
Sam pushed his thumbs roughly in between Dean’s lips and ran them back around Dean’s teeth as far as they would go and pushed down hard. The pain was so much that Dean opened his mouth, instantly regretting it as Sam’s weighty cock came down on the opening, smearing pre-come over his lips.
“Lick me, Dean or so help me...!”
Sam didn’t need to finish. Dean’s tongue flicked out, shyly at first but when Sam let go of Dean’s mouth, letting his hands card up into his hair, Dean lapped long, slow stripes as best he could, relishing the taste after so long, his own cock twitching every time his tongue felt the transition from vein to satin smooth head.
When Sam leant forward, clutching Dean’s short hair in one fist, the other hand grasping his jaw and pulling it down, pushing his huge dick into Dean’s open mouth, he didn’t notice that Dean managed to free a hand from under his leg.
As he started to fuck into Dean’s mouth, slowly at first, Sam was so fixated on the tears running out of the corners of Dean’s eyes, the way his lips stretched tight around his size, and the choking noise Dean was making every time Sam hit the back of his throat, that he didn’t notice Dean’s hand on his own cock pumping hard in time with Sam’s thrusts.
He did notice though when Dean’s finger, slicked with his own pre-come pushed it’s way into Sam's ass, finding his prostate and letting Sam’s momentum, as he fucked Dean’s face harder and harder, massage it until Sam lost all rhythm.
As Sam started to pull out, Dean forced his other hand free from restraint and grabbed wildly. With one hand on each of Sam’s cheeks, he tilted his head up, forcing Sam’s pulsing cock further down his throat. As Dean choked down the harsh jets of come, his vision speckling with black dots, he felt his own orgasm rip through him, spraying up and coating Sam’s back and his own hands with white.
He must have blackout for a moment as the next thing he knew was Sam, lying next to him, his soft naked body pressed along his side, softly saying his name over and over, wiping the tears and sweat and spit and come off his face with yesterday's tshirt. “Dean? Are you okay?”
It took Dean a minute, licking his sore, swollen lips and willing his used throat to let the crumpled, thready words out, “Fuck you, Sam.”
Sam smiled and sank his teeth into Dean’s shoulder for a moment before resting his chin on the teeth marks and saying, “Thank you for my present. I loved it. I can’t wait for my next birthday.”
Dean coughed and wiped his mouth. He turned to Sam and kissed him slow and deep before saying, “Well…there’s always Christmas. I never know what to get you for Christmas.”
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2014-07-09 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-09 07:12 pm (UTC)I loved it though!
<3
no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:38 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed, Hun x
no subject
Date: 2014-07-09 07:25 pm (UTC)*pets poor Dean's head*
Love me some pushy Sam ♥
no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:39 pm (UTC)I'm thinking my minibang might just be 10k of pissed off Sam : ) He's too fun to write : ) x
no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-09 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-10 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-10 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-10 09:50 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
xx
no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-11 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:46 pm (UTC)...although...: )
Glad you liked Hun x
no subject
Date: 2014-07-13 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-11 09:20 pm (UTC)“Well…there’s always Christmas. I never know what to get you for Christmas.”
Perfect!
no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 01:47 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, Hun : ) x
no subject
Date: 2014-07-13 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-13 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-19 04:27 am (UTC)