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I don't know why my porn keeps getting longer. Also? I keep getting emails about people sending ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wendy presents, so she must be totally awesome. HELLO! YOU ARE AWESOME. Oh, it's her birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU ARE AWESOME.
Title: Fairies.
Author: bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean.
Rating :NC-17
Words:7,000
Warnings: Graphic Wincest
Summary: Sam thinks fairies are stealing from him, because it's the only thing he can think of.
Notes:: There are no fairies.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard.
The world was a fucked up place. Sam knew that since he was a child and his father sat him down and told him all about it. He understood why the things he knew about happened. They all had some kind of explanation behind them no matter how vague.
Whenever he had a question about something he didn’t understand, Dean would explain it. However, there were some things that simply defied explanation. Sure they were new things they ran into all the time, but nothing as weird as what Sam had been experiencing for the past few weeks.
At first he didn’t even notice, but as more time passed it became more and more obvious. He wasn’t absent minded or disorganized so he was certain he wasn’t losing them, something had to be stealing them.
When he got out of the shower, Dean was sitting in the middle of his bed cleaning his gun. It was something he did often to make sure it always worked and never jammed up when he needed it. Sam squatted down wrapped in a towel and started to rummage through his bag. He kept rummaging and still couldn’t find what he was looking for.
With a heavy sigh he pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before walking back to the bathroom to get dressed. He’d have to go to Dean for help and deal with him probably laughing at him for days afterwards. He had tried everything and he couldn’t make sense of the situation.
Sam walked back out of the bathroom dressed and Dean was still cleaning his gun, oblivious to his obvious distress. He grabbed a pair of socks and sat down on the opposite bed watching Dean work for a second while he put them on. He was so careful with cleaning it, paying it much more attention than anything else in his life.
“I’ll be done in a few minutes, if you wanted to go to sleep, the light won’t be on much longer.”
“Are you going out?” Sam asked.
“Nah. Did you see the people at that bar we passed? No thanks.”
“You haven’t gone out in weeks, have you?”
Dean staying in was almost as strange as what was happening to Sam. He was sure their was an explanation, one that Dean hadn’t bothered to tell him. It probably wasn’t a big deal, not when Sam was dealing with a very serious problem.
“Not really.” Dean sighed. “People are boring.”
“I guess.” Sam laughed. “You know dads journal pretty well, right?”
“Like the back of my hand.”
“It doesn’t say anything about fairies, does it?”
“What the hell?” Dean laughed. “No.”
“Do you know anything about them?”
“Uh, I guess there’s some lore about them.”
There wasn’t anything in the journal, but it was something Dean did know about although he had no recollection of why. Different cultures said different things. Sometimes they were depicted as demoted angels or demonic beings. All he knew for sure was that they weren’t real.
“Why are you asking?”
“Well.” Sam sighed. “They’re the only thing I can think of.”
“For what?” Dean asked.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Um, sorry, I’m pretty sure I will.”
“Okay, so. A few weeks ago I bought new underwear, and now they’re all gone. It was a twelve pack and I have the pair I just took off left.”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “I read about that. The fairies come in and steal your dirty underwear.”
“Really?”
“Yeah Sam, they sell them on eBay to old guys.”
Sam lowered his head into his hands and sighed again. Dean started laughing, because they idea of a fairy that specifically stole underwear was ridiculous and only something Sam would be so worried about.
“It’s freaking me out.”
“You probably just lost them.”
Dean finished cleaning up his gun and got it back together quickly. He always felt so much better when it was nice, clean and shiny.
“I don’t lose shit.”
“Well why are fairies the first place you go?”
“What else could be taking them Dean? No one just loses a dozen pair of underwear.”
Dean was still laughing at how distressed Sam was as he cleared off his bed and packed his gun away. There was an explanation, one that didn’t have anything to do with tinkerbell jacking Sam’s undies.
“Ok, so it was a few weeks ago, maybe you accidentally left a pair behind each time we did laundry.” Dean said. “Or in the motels before we left.”
“I don’t do that.”
“Right because you’re perfect. I forgot, sorry.”
“I hate when you say that.”
Dean shook his head and walked over to his own bag and grabbed a pair of his underwear. He hooked the waistband around his thumb and sent them flying across the room where the landed on Sam’s head.
“If these aren’t clean I’m going to kill you.”
“Wear those, we’ll get you some new ones tomorrow.”
“Are they clean?” Sam asked taking them off his head. “I’m not wearing your filthy underwear.”
Dean sighed and walked over to grab them out of his hands. Sam cringed when he brought them to his nose and inhaled. They were clean, as clean as any of his other clothes.
“They smell like soap.”
He hooked both thumbs in the waistband to hold them out for Sam to see. He turned them around from the crotch to the back before shrugging. They were black cotton, so Sam wasn’t sure what he was looking for in terms of cleanliness. The underwear were strange and small, unlike the boxer briefs he knew Dean usually wore.
“What the hell are those?”
“Oh, aren’t they cool?” Dean asked looking at them. “When I went to buy my regular ones, I got these by accident.”
“Huh.” Sam said grabbing them.
“They’re square cut briefs. Really comfortable.”
“They look small.”
“No they’re great.”
Dean pushed down his pants and pulled up his shirt to show off his favorite new underwear. He even made sure to turn around so Sam could clearly see how well they fit. They were better than boxer briefs because they didn’t ride up his legs and bunch up around his crotch.
“What the fuck Dean?” Sam said. “Your crotch is really close to my face.”
“What? No, I was just showing you.”
“Dude.”
“What?”
“Pull your pants up! Jesus.”
“They’re really comfortable.”
They had to be great if Dean just randomly pushed down his pants. He kept them around his ankles for a second before shuffling backwards into bed and kicking them off. When it was warm out he usually just slept in his underwear, but even thought it was cooler, he was going to sleep in them tonight.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Dude, go put those on and tell me they’re not the most comfortable underwear you’ve ever worn.”
“Are they really that comfortable?”
“Trust me.”
Sam shrugged and walked right back to the bathroom to try them on. Dean seemed to like them, and he rarely gave a damn about what he was wearing. He pushed his pajama pants down and pulled on what were in fact very comfortable underwear. There wasn’t anything spectacular about them, but he could see why Dean liked them. Sam liked them too, except for them being entirely too small.
“They’re too tight.” Sam said from the bathroom.
“They’re suppose to be tight.”
“Not this tight.”
“That’s how they’re supposed to be.”
Sam shook his head and walked out of the bathroom dressed only in the underwear and his t-shirt. No underwear were supposed to so clearly defined the goods and that’s exactly what Dean’s had done.
“This tight?” Sam asked. “I don’t think so.”
“Wow, those are really tight.” Dean said standing to inspect them. “I guess you’re just fat.”
“I’m not fat.”
“You know what I mean, your ass is bigger.”
“What do you like hate me?” Sam asked. “What the hell?”
“Turn around, see your ass, it’s meatier.”
“Okay.” Sam sighed. “I’m officially more weirded out by you than I’ve ever been.”
“What?” Dean asked. “What’d I do?.”
“I’m going to bed.”
Sam walked to his bed and got down under the covers leaving his pants behind on the bathroom floor. They were comfortable and he hated sleeping in pajama pants most of the time regardless of the weather.
“Aren’t they comfortable?”
“Yes Dean.” Sam said. “You were right, they’re what my life has been missing.”
“Told you.”
Dean disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth while Sam started at the ceiling wondering if he was fat of if his ass was just meaty. He didn’t think he was fat, he was just bigger than Dean. They had different builds and he hadn’t even checked the size before he put them on.
After his teeth were fresh and clean Dean came out of the bathroom and crawled into his own bed before clicking off the lamp.
“Night Sammy.”
“Night Dean.” Sam said. “What size are these?”
“Medium, that’s probably why they’re tight since you wear a large.”
“How do you know that?” Sam asked turning to him.
“I do the laundry sometimes Sam.”
“Oh.” Sam laughed. “You’re not stealing my underwear as some retarded prank are you?”
“Give me a little credit.”
“Alright.” Sam said. “Night.”
“Night.”
Dean stayed awake holding on to the pair of underwear Sam had taken off before his shower. He tucked them into the back of his own underwear before brushing his teeth to add to his collection. He didn’t feel bad about stealing them, or even jerking off into them once Sam fell asleep.
When he first started taking them, he originally intended to shoot his wad inside before tucking them back in with the rest of their dirty clothes. It was the closest he was going to get to what he really wanted and it was harmless.
At least that’s how it started out. Dean took the first pair years ago before Sam left for school and had held on to them ever since. Over the years Sam faded from that first pair and once they were back in each other’s life he needed a replacement. He’d find a pair on the bathroom floor and get off quickly before wiping them out and putting them back on the floor.
As time went on he needed to keep them and it progressed from just jerking off into them to sucking at the crotch while he got off. They were his, little reminders of what he wanted and could never realistically have. He had all of them tucked deep down into his bag where Sam would never look.
“Sammy?”
He whispered it as quietly as he could, but Sam didn’t answer. He was already fast asleep and Dean was already hard. He loved getting off when Sam was sleeping just feet away. He could watch him sleeping and while he stroked his cock and sucked at the thin cotton that tasted like Sam.
It always tasted the same, the same way he knew Sam would taste. Like soap and sweat. Dean knew where the head of his cock would press against the underwear and that night in bed he got the two inch piece of fabric in his mouth watching Sam the entire him.
He reached under the covers and flipped the waistband of his underwear down under his balls so he could get his cock in his hand. He usually liked to take it slow, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen that night. He was going to come hard and fast because he could still see Sam’s ass burning in his eyes.
It was meaty and it looked even better covered by the stretched black cotton. His cock looked good in the underwear as well, but Dean was all about his ass. It was perfect, just firm hard mounds he wanted to pry open and get inside.
“Wake up.” Dean whispered.
He always wanted to get caught. He might never speak to him for weeks, but if he could get off while Sam watched, that would be even better than sucking on his underwear.
“Wake up Sammy.”
He didn’t wake up or even move, not even when Dean pulled the underwear from his mouth and shot his load into them. They were wet from where he was sucking giving him a perfect place to aim. He’d always shoot exactly where Sam would if he came while wearing them.
Even with Dean’s exaggerated moans Sam didn’t wake up. He stayed sleeping while Dean slid his cock through the still warm come working it into the fabric.
“Sammy?”
There was still nothing. There was never anything and it always made Dean sad afterwards. With most people he was with it was just sex, but with Sam there was more. Even if Sam ever let Dean get him off, he’d never get love back. That’s where the sadness came from, every time he got off it was there eating away at him. No orgasm no matter how great it was ever dimmed it.
“Sorry Sammy.” Dean whispered. “I’ll buy you some new underwear tomorrow.”
Dean sighed and got out of bed tucking the wet underwear deep down in the bottom of his bag where he kept all his secrets. He shuffled back to his bed, still half hard pausing to watch Sam sleep. He wanted to touch him, if only for a second. Sam was such a sound sleeper he’d never know, but it was something Dean would never do without permission.
He got back in bed pulling the covers up around him keeping his eyes on Sam the entire time.
“Night.”
Dean fell asleep a few minutes later with the image of Sam in his underwear still in his head.
Upon waking up the next morning, all Dean could think about was how badly he had to piss. When he saw Sam in bed without any covers over him he quickly forgot about it. He could ignore it to get an early morning eyeful.
Sam was stretched out on his stomach with his legs just slightly spread. His t-shirt was bunched up around his stomach giving a completely obstructed view of his ass underneath the black cotton. It clung to his skin, highlighting every peak and valley. Dean crept to the edge of the bed silently to make sure he got to see it from all angles.
From the edge of the bed he squatted down brining his eyes level with the mattress. Sam looked great from every angle, but Dean had finally found the perfect one. Not only was his ass perfectly showcases, but he could see the bulge of his balls sticking out between his legs.
“Son of a bitch.” Dean whispered.
He knew he’d be hard, especially from a night without pissing and sleeping on his stomach. Dean stayed staring, praying he’d roll over just so he could see it. It had only happened once in the entire time Dean was watching him. Sam rolled over and his erection was pressed out against the fabric pushing it outwards. As if that wasn’t enough, while still sleeping he reached down and rearranged his cock before rolling back over. The entire thing was enough to make Dean jerk off standing at the edge of the bed. It was the quickest he ever came, shooting only inches from Sam’s sock covered feet.
If he didn’t have to piss so badly he would have done the same thing that morning. The thrill of getting caught was heightened when the sun was in the sky. Sam could easily wake up and see him, but Dean didn’t care.
After he had pissed and dressed he locked the room up and left to find something for breakfast as well as some new underwear for Sam. He got them both in the same store. The kind of superstores that sold everything, including doughnuts and square cut briefs. As much as he wanted to buy the smallest size possible, he got the large because he did owe Sam.
He found a pack that was appropriate enough. It was twelve pairs just like the last one Sam had bought, except the ones Dean found had three white pair. Those were even better, all Dean had to do was figure out a reason to spill some water all over him and he’d have enough masturbatory material for years to come.
He was feeling pretty good as he made his way back to the motel with a box of doughnuts and a bag of underwear. He even found a small café on the way back to pick up some overpriced coffee, the kind Sam really liked. When he was back inside the room, he didn’t feel good anymore.
Sam was standing in the middle of the room staring at him, but that wasn’t what made him feel bad. The thirteen pair of his underwear were all neatly arranged against the bed that Sam had gone so far as to make. Dean always wanted to get caught, but only if it was in the middle of doing something. Now Sam had found out and he was ashamed and embarrassed.
“I can explain.”
“You don’t have to.” Sam said. “I got up to piss this morning and imagine my surprise when the underwear I took off before my shower were missing.”
“It’s not what you think.”
Dean shut the door behind him and put everything down on the table. He was about to lie his ass off and tell Sam it was a lame prank, but that was impossible. Sam had all the pairs of underwear turned inside out with the dusty white come stains showing.
“Obviously. I thought you were just being a jerk, but imagine my surprise when I went digging in your bag and found all my underwear and a pair I haven’t worn for years.”
They were at the top of the bed, the first pair Dean had stolen. They were still his favorite because they were all he had of Sam’s for years when they were separated. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but aside from Sam being without them, he wasn’t hurting anyone. He’d never do that, especially to Sam. They were together all the time, if Dean wanted to do something he could have very easily crawled into bed with him and done it, but he didn’t.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh Okay.” Sam said sarcastically. “Let’s just eat breakfast.”
“I got you those doughnuts you like.”
“Why are you doing this Dean? I mean Jesus, one of the pairs was still wet.” Sam sighed. “Are those the ones I had on last night?”
“Yes.”
Dean had to look away from him to stare at the ground. He couldn’t look Sam in the eye not when he knew he wanted an explanation.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I like you.”
“Oh God.”
Sam sat down and sighed again. Apparently the world was a much more fucked up place than he had originally imagined. He wanted to tell Dean just how sick he thought he was but he knew he felt bad enough already. He was still staring at the ground like his shoes were going to offer a solution out of the problem.
For the first time in his life, Sam couldn’t think of a single thing to say. At least not in regards to Dean liking him. He wasn’t even sure what it meant.
“What kind of doughnuts?”
“Jellies.” Dean said. “And those cakey ones.”
“Crullers?”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded.
“Glazed?”
“Yep.”
As strange as it was, the conversation about the doughnuts actually helped to clear Sam’s head. It was one of those things Dean did. He’d go out of his way to get the doughnuts Sam liked even though he could never remember the name. Last night he made sure he knew he’d be done with cleaning his gun and the light would go off so he could sleep.
“Do you do stuff for me because you like me?”
“No.” Dean said sitting down at the table. “Because you’re my brother.”
Sam got up off the bed and joined him. Dean had the box opened up towards him so he could pick first. It was another thing he did, that Sam noticed for the first time.
“Do you like me because I am your brother?”
Stealing and subsequently jerking off into his underwear was bad enough, but Sam wasn’t about to become some twisted fetish. Dean had used the word like, but Sam was sure it was something else.
“Because you’re you Sam. Can we stop talking about it? I’ll stop doing it.”
“You’ve been jerking off in my fucking underwear, we’re talking about this.”
“Fine.” Dean said sitting back. “Go ahead.”
“Do you want to fool around or something?” Sam asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
Sam expected him to deny it or at least bullshit his way through giving an answer that wasn’t a definite yes but that didn’t happen. Dean just stayed as calm as possible and said yes.
“I want to get you off.”
“Wow.”
Sam tried to focus on the doughnut in his hand and not why he was getting hard. No one had ever said that to him, and no one would ever want to do it as badly as Dean obviously did. If he was willing to risk the relationship they had by being honest then it had to be more important to him than anything else in his life.
“Now can we stop talking about it?” Dean asked. “I’m not going to do anything to you. You don’t have to worry about me doing something to you.”
“I know you’d never do that Dean.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“I know.” Sam sighed. “What do you want to do?”
“I told what I wanted to do.”
Sam thought about it for a second, wondering if he could let Dean get him off and have nothing change between them. He could crawl back into bed and let Dean suck him off, if that’s what he wanted. Sam knew he would enjoy it, they both would, but he wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do even if it would make Dean happy.
“What if.” Sam sighed again. “What if we jerk off together?”
Dean looked up from his coffee sure that he had misheard him. He didn’t expect anything from Sam, but that was something. He could see him when he came which would probably be just as good as making him cum.
“You’d do that for me?”
“Well, you did buy me doughnuts.” Sam said. “And it’s been a while.”
“Can we do it now?”
“You haven’t even eaten yet.”
“I don’t care.”
Sam was convinced it had to be important if he was willing to ignore a whole box of donuts. It wasn’t just the food either. Sam knew how important he was to Dean and he was going to everything in his power to make him happy.
He got up out of his chair and moved back to the bed to get comfortable while Dean stayed seated watching him.
“Come on.”
“Really?”
“Yes Dean.” Sam laughed. “If you promise to stop stealing my underwear.”
“I promise.” Dean said standing. “Can I sit next to you?”
“Oh, I thought that’s what we were doing.”
“I didn’t know if you wanted me in my bed.”
“No, that’s fine.” Sam said “Come on.”
“Can I just watch for a minute?”
If Dean got down next to him in bed and started jerking off he knew it would be over in seconds. He had been waiting for years for anything from Sam and he wasn’t about to let it slip by so quickly. He wanted it to take hours he could memorize and replay in his mind.
“I guess.” Sam said. “Are you going to get off?”
“Yeah, I just can’t, if I…when you.”
Dean fumbled over every word he was trying to speak. It was almost scary to be confronted with the only thing he wanted and he wasn’t sure how to react. Sam thought it was cute that someone as sure of himself as Dean was at a loss for anything coherent.
“You really want this don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Alright.” Sam nodded. “Come sit by me at least.”
He did as he was told, just like he always would as far as Sam was concerned. Before he even settled in next to him, Sam already had his hand down the front of his pants. He was hard, but still trying to gain the courage to whip it out and start jerking off with an audience.
“I don’t do anything special.”
“Okay.”
Dean kept his eyes on Sam’s hand pushing out against the flannel of his pants. All he wanted to do was rip them off so he could see him hard in the impossibly tight underwear. He wasn’t going to do that though, he was going to wait and ask before he did anything.
“One of my friends at school used to jerk off with his brother.” Sam said. “Not like together, but before they went to sleep.”
“Do you do that when I go to sleep?”
“No.” Sam laughed. “I thought it would make you uncomfortable. In the bathroom mostly.”
“I do sometimes.”
Dean wasn’t even looking at him as he talked, but he knew Sam was starting at him. Sam looked away as soon as their eyes met and focused on something imaginary across the room. Whatever was happening, whatever was about to happen, it excited him, much more than jerking off normally did.
“When are you going to start?”
“When you’re close.” Dean told him. “It’ll be over too quick if I don’t.”
When Sam finally started to push down his pajama pants Dean leaned forward to get a better look. The underwear were tight when he saw them that morning, but now they almost looked painful. Sam had his entire hand inside of them stroking his already hard cock. Every movement pushed the waistband up, and Dean could just barely see inside past the tiny wisps of hair that always disappeared into his jeans.
“I like that.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“Everything.”
His voice was so quiet and it was driving Sam crazy. Dean wanted to get him off and Sam wanted him to do it for him. The first time Sam reached for his hand Dean pulled away but it didn’t stop him from trying again. Sam moved his hand slowly into Dean’s and grazed the palm with his thumb.
“I want you to wash all my underwear.”
“I want to keep the old ones.” Dean said.
“You’ve had those for a while haven’t you?”
Sam let out a low quiet moan that shook the entire room. It was almost enough for Dean to get off without touching himself. The sound coming from his lips was exactly like he always thought it would be, part sigh, part exhalation.
“Since you left for school.”
It had been years for Dean. Years of waiting that Sam ended when he shoved Dean’s hand into his underwear before he got a chance to pull away. Dean didn’t hesitate once it was there. His hand was on Sam’s cock, where he wanted it to be for as long as he could remember.
“I like it slow.” Sam said. “That’s good.”
Dean moved his hand as slowly as possible so he wouldn’t disappoint. What was supposed to be them jerking off together had quickly progressed into a hand job and Sam wanted more. Dean wasn’t going to leave the bed until he made him come but he still tried his best to get out of the way when Sam’s hand found his thigh.
“Stop it.” Sam ordered. “Relax.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know that.”
He didn’t have to, but he sure as hell wanted to. Sam snaked his hand further up the denim of Dean’s jeans until it came into contact with the hardened length of his cock trapped beneath it. His trailed his fingers up it slowly before coming back down and applying pressure to the head. Dean was so hard, harder than Sam ever got.
“Are you going to take it out?” Sam asked.
“Mine?”
“Mine.”
“No, I want you to come inside.” Dean said. “They’re my underwear.”
“What are you going to do with them?” Sam asked.
Sam gripped Dean’s cock roughly causing his entire body to jerk awkwardly. If he kept at it, he knew he could get Dean to come inside his own underwear as well.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Dean just wanted Sam to come. He wanted to feel him spraying into his fist and see his face contorted and sweaty. Sam would come with his eyes closed, Dean was sure of it.
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Suck it out?” Sam asked. “You’re just full of surprises.”
“So are you.” Dean said staring at him. “Are you close?”
“You could get me closer.”
“How?”
Sam let go of Dean’s cock and moved his hand slowly up his back, creeping along millimeters at a time. Dean sighed and rolled his head back into Sam’s hand at his neck closing his eyes for the first time. His hand felt so good on his neck that he didn’t bother to object when Sam started pushing him down.
“You want that?”
“Yeah.”
Sam kept pushing until Dean’s face was pressed into the crotch of his underwear. Dean had taken his hand out so all he’d be able to feel against his face was Sam’s cock, the cock that he knew was going to be perfect when he finally saw it.
“Son of a bitch.”
Dean didn’t waste any time, he was already tonguing at the head of Sam’s cock through the cotton. He already knew what he would taste like, but real contact was better than any echo left inside that he had already tasted.
“Suck me off.”
“Will you.” Dean paused. “Can I…”
“Whatever the hell you want.” Sam laughed. “Just do it. Make me come.”
Sam had his fingers against Dean’s cock and felt the erratic twitching as soon as he spoke. It was quickly followed by slow spreading wet warmth and low moans from his mouth.
“Oh shit.” Dean frowned.
“It’s okay.” Sam told him. “Do whatever you want.”
Dean had permission and he was going to take full advantage of it. In one quick movement he had Sam’s underwear yanked down around his knees. It was just what Dean thought it would be. Sam’s cock was perfect it looked similar to his own with the same bulbous head and prominent vein on the underside.
There was already a shining trail leaking from the tip that Dean slid his thumb through. The thin thread that formed as he pulled away from the head snapped a full foot away.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Taste it.” Sam said quietly. “Tell me how sweet it is.”
Dean brought his thumb to his mouth and had to fight off another pending orgasm. Not only was Sam still working his fingers against his cock, but he tasted so damn sweet.
“Pull your legs up.”
“What?”
“Pull your legs up.” Dean said moving to the edge of the bed.
Sam was ready to do what Dean had ordered him to do, but he didn’t get a chance. Dean already had his hands on his thighs spreading his legs and pushing them backwards. Dean wanted to suck him off, but he wanted something else even more. Sam held onto his legs and spread them apart even further. The entire morning was a surprise and Dean just kept them coming. He was spread out for him and Dean was staring him down.
“Son of a bitch.”
“What are you going to do?” Sam asked.
Dean reached out and pressed his thumb in against Sam’s hole causing his entire body to jerk. He didn’t need to get in, not yet. He just wanted to prove himself right, that Sam was just as tight and hot as he knew he could be.
Sam watched him continually hesitate before he brought his head down to the mattress and gave it one slow swipe with his tongue before backing away again.
“What the fuck was that?” Sam asked. “Do you want to do that?”
Dean ignored him and went back to his hole again. He did want to do it and he was going to without any explanation. He started with slow swipes just getting him wet so he could open him up. Even swipe made Sam’s entire body tense up, it wasn’t anything he was expecting, but he welcomed it.
Dean had his thumbs on either side of Sam’s hole holding him open while he tried to work his tongue inside. Every part of Sam was sweet and he was going to taste every inch of him. Dean had read about it once online while Sam showered on the off chance it ever came up. At the time he knew it probably never would.
“Jesus.” Sam moaned. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I.” Dean said looking up at him. “Is it okay?”
“Don’t talk to me.” Sam laughed. “Keep doing it.”
Dean grinned and went back at it, remembering everything he had learned. He kissed at it, then moved his tongue in one long line from his hole up his taint making Sam shudder even harder. He was slowly stroking his cock with each inward push or rough swirl of Dean’s tongue. He could feel the light scratch up stubble on Dean’s chin against him as he trailed his tongue up over his balls to flick at the head of his cock.
“Can I….”
Dean didn’t get a chance to ask, Sam was already pushing his cock into his mouth. It was just what he wanted to do anyway. Sam was still jerking off with his fingers locked around the base as Dean sucked at the head, massaging it with his tongue.
As Dean pressed his thumb inside him, he froze up for a second before relaxing and letting him do whatever he wanted. Dean found his prostate quickly and pressed in against it making Sam’s entire body rock beneath him.
“I’m going to come Dean.” Sam moaned.
He tried to push him off, but for the first time Dean pushed back. If he was going to suck him off, he was getting his load, no matter what Sam wanted. It came on fast flooding into his mouth. It was hot, much hotter than Dean expected it to be. He kept sliding and sucking with his lips locked around Sam’s cock, to trap what he couldn’t swallow right away. There was a lot more than he could handle on the first try. Sam kept twitching and unloading while Dean pushed in hard against his prostate.
“Fuck.”
Dean stayed on his cock, sucking at it even as Sam started to soften. He got Sam off and swallowed down everything he had and the sadness started to creep up on him. It was almost everything he wanted but he knew it wouldn’t happen again. It would have to do.
He let his dick fall of his mouth and fall back against his stomach before giving the slit one last slow lick. Sam was breathing heavy and gasped when Dean pulled his thumb out slowly so he wouldn’t hurt him.
“Wow.”
“Thanks Sammy.”
“You’re thanking me?” Sam asked sitting up. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Yeah.”
Sam didn’t know why he looked so sad, especially when he should have looked happy after getting something he had been waiting for years. He wasn’t even hard anymore, there was just the wide wet spot against his jeans.
“What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“Oh God, you’re ridiculous.”
Sam grabbed him by his shirt and roughly pulled him down on top of him. Dean tried to struggle away again, but Sam didn’t care what he wanted. He held tight onto his shirt and pulled Dean’s mouth into his. Dean kept his mouth closed until Sam yanked even harder at his shirt, tearing it a little. Sam’s tongue was pressing against his mouth, trying to get inside, just like Dean had been trying to get inside of him. When Dean let him in, his entire mind went blank as Sam’s tongue twisted against his. He could still taste his load and Sam would be able to taste himself in his mouth.
Once he was sure Dean wasn’t going to stop kissing him, until he pushed him off Sam reached down and got to work on his belt buckle. Dean didn’t stop him, and he didn’t want to either. Sam wanted him to fuck him, but that was going to have to wait. He could let Dean get as close as they could before having to make a visit to the store. Dean’s cock was wet and slippery in his hand as Sam made a few short strokes to get him hard..
Dean was moaning much louder than the fake noises he usually had in bed trying to wake Sam up to catch him. His entire body when rigid when he felt Sam maneuver the head of his cock right in against his hole.
“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t say you could stop.”
Dean drove back into his mouth as Sam started to furiously jerk his cock. Every stroke pressed the head of his cock a little further in against his hole. It was much more than Dean could take and he was surprised he was able to hold off as long as he had before he was coming. The first hard shot hit right against the hole and Sam took advantage of Dean’s expert rim job and got the tip of his cock inside right as he started to come.
“Holy shit.”
He wasn’t fucking him, Sam was actually jerking him off into his ass. Dean was full of surprises, but Sam managed to outdo him, just like he always did. His whole head wasn’t even inside, just the tip pressed in nudging deeper with ever hard jerk. Dean kept coming hard with Sam’s tongue searching out the inside of his mouth.
When his orgasm subsided Dean collapsed on top of him completely drained and wasted. His cock slipped out and through the sticky wet mess between Sam’s legs like it did most night after he came inside his underwear.
Sam smiled as Dean laid soft gently kisses in a row across his sweat covered neck. His entire body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and Dean could have it all if he wanted.
“Good job.”
Sam had his hand at the back of Dean’s head rubbing through the short hairs there. He was exhausted and more satisfied than he had ever been before in his life. He had set out to make Dean happy and made himself happy in the process.
“Thanks.” Dean said trying to catch his breath. “Why did you do that?”
“Who knows?” Sam laughed.
“Well thanks.”
“Hurry up and go eat.” Sam told him.
Dean pushed himself up and hesitated before kissing him one last time, just for the hell of it. There weren’t any tongues twisted or hands clawing. It was just one short quick meeting of their lips.
“I’m really hungry.”
“Me too.” Sam smiled.
Dean got out of bed and peeled off his damp underwear letting them drop to the floor. He pulled back up his jeans afterwards and handed Sam his pajama pants from the floor. He watched the entire time as the fabric went up his legs and past his thighs before covering his cock and that perfect ass.
“You made a mess.”
“I think you did it.” Dean laughed.
“Either way, while you’re gone, I’m going to need a shower.”
“Where am I going?” Dean asked. “I got you breakfast and underwear.”
“We need lube so you can fuck me.”
Sam sat down and drank half of his quickly cooling coffee trying not to laugh at how confused Dean looked. He still looked sad though and Sam knew why. Dean may have said it was all about sex, but that’s not what it was about at all.
“You want it again? I thought it was just a one time thing.”
“The way I see it.” Sam smiled. “We can keep doing it, or you can wonder why your underwear keep disappearing.”
“Well, I don’t want that, they’re really comfortable.”
Dean sat down and started to eat as quickly as possible. The faster he ate, the faster he could get back inside him. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. When he had finished off a half dozen doughnuts and all his coffee he grabbed his keys prepared to rush out of the motel and run right back to the store.
“Dean?”
“Yeah? You need anything else while I’m out?”
“No.” Sam said walking over to him.
Sam got his head in his hands again and kissed him. The taste of coffee and doughnuts had replaced everything else in his mouth, but mostly he just tasted like Dean. Someone who would always go out of his way and steal underwear for years to avoid saying what he wanted.
“Do we kiss now too?”
“Sure.” Sam smiled. “And just so you know.”
“What?”
“I do too.”
Dean hadn’t said how he felt, but he knew Sam could tell. There were some things they wouldn’t have to say, especially when it was clear to both of them all along.
“I do you know.” Dean told him.
“I know.”
Sam walked away towards the bathroom, but not before bending down to pick up Dean’s underwear from the floor.
“Those are mine.”
Sam didn’t look back, he just grinned and kept walking towards the bathroom spinning them on his finger.
“What else am I suppose to do while you’re gone?”
He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving Dean happier than he had ever been. It was only going to get better once he made it back from the store. Before leaving he walked over to the spare bed and picked up the first pair of underwear he had stolen from Sam and tucked them into his pocket. He didn’t believe in fairies, but he did believe they were going to have a whole hell of a lot of fun. |
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