Fic: "Let's Get This SHOW On The Road" (1/2) - 5th in the "show"-'verse
Title: "Let's Get This SHOW On The Road"
Author: mpregloveranon & vanster23
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: NC-17 pwp, Mpreg, belly!kink, graphic birth
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: This is the 5th installment of the "show"-'verse that started with "I'll SHOW You Santa!" a long time ago. Sam is now nine months pregnant, about to pop and feeling generally sore and tired, so Dean decides to help him relay a bit.
Dean quietly walked into the bedroom with a bottle of massage oil, a clean towel and a few extra pillows he had snatched from the sofa. He smiled to himself when he found his brother fast asleep with their nine months old son curled up into his left side. Not wanting to disturb either of the two - because Sam had been complaining about constant aches and pains in his lower back and needed all the sleep he could get, now that he was so close to his due date, and Jesse would probably raise a ruckus if he was woken up from his nap - Dean placed all the items on the nightstand and sneaked back into the living room.
The older Winchester had a quite impressive belly himself at six months pregnant and the twins were really active, rarely giving him a break, but he had adapted well to his never-ending weight gain and was still very mobile, even with the extra pounds of the squirming babies inside him. On the other hand Sam was getting more and more miserable because he had started to get false labor pains a few days ago and was getting nervous about the upcoming birth. He had been reading a lot about pregnancy and now spent most of the day sleeping or at least trying to nap, hoping that he might sleep through the first hours of labor once the whole thing started.
Not really knowing how to busy himself, while his family slumbered peacefully next door, Dean went into the kitchen to fix something for lunch.
About an hour later he went back into the master bedroom of their little home with a tray full of food. Maybe Sam would wake up hungry and he could surprise him with a tasty meal and the massage he had planned giving him. Carefully opening the door, he tiptoed into the sunlit room.
The smell of soup and a thump from his belly woke Sam up. Now that he was nine months pregnant, he truly felt as if he had an actual person inside him, moving and growing more every day. He gave his big stomach a light pat as he opened his eyes, seeing his very pregnant brother, carrying a huge tray of food. "Oh, Dean…" He sighed happily and quietly. “You really didn't have to.”
"I know but I thought you might need a break... and that our baby girl might make you hungry soon." Dean joked as he set the tray down on his brother's thighs.
Sam carefully laid baby Jesse down next to him as he sat up as carefully as his heavy body would let him. "HE is always hungry, and I have the stomach to prove it." He chuckled, patting his sides gently.
Dean laughed and moved around the bed to pick Jesse up and sit down next to Sam. "You have nothing on me, baby bro." He announced with a big grin on his face, rubbing a hand over his huge stomach.
The younger Winchester wasn't going to argue with his brother about that. "Are you bigger than me now?" He teased as he picked up a sandwich and took a bite, moaning quietly. God, Dean could make an incredible sandwich...
"Eat up and I'll show you how much bigger than you I am." The older brother shot back with his smug trademark grin, stroking Jesse's soft, blond hair lovingly. That kid really could sleep through almost anything as long as he was fed regularly.
With a raised eyebrow, Sam looked up from his food. "I think that's the cue for you to put the baby in his crib." He said after another big bite. "I don't want you to scar him for life." He chuckled.
"Just give me a minute. I've been standing in the kitchen for an hour... And I missed the little guy." Dean kissed his son's forehead and leaned into the pillows behind his back. "So, how are you feeling after your little nap?"
"Better." Sam admitted, his spare hand on his warm, big belly. "This little guy rested for most of it, too. Haven't slept that well in days."
Reaching out an arm, Dean rubbed the side of Sam's belly gently. "Yeah, I guess he's getting bored inside there. Can't wait to meet him... or her." He grinned softly.
Sam practically purred. "Oh, Dean, that feels so good…" He groaned happily. "Don't stop, please."
"Okay, I'm taking Jesse to his room and then I'm gonna take care of you, Sammy." Dean promised, slowly lifting his heavy body from the bed and waddling out of the room.
The taller ex-hunter licked his lips as his brother left the room, both for the soup he had started eating and Dean's ass. He was still wearing underwear from before he was pregnant, and he was currently stretching it to the limit. The baby kicked right behind his belly-button, bringing Sam back into reality. "Food, right…" He muttered as he picked up his spoon.
Dean put Jesse in his crib and came back to their bedroom, standing in the doorway for a few moments and silently watching Sam greedily eat his soup, while playing with his oversensitive, popped belly-button. He felt his cock stir inside his tight stretched boxers but tried to will his building erection down for now, because he wanted to give Sam a good massage before they got dirty again.
As Sam finished drinking up the last remains of the soup he saw Dean at the door. "So…" He said casually, still playing with his bellybutton. "Just how big are you, Dean?"
"I'm HUGE." The blond Winchester replied and walked over to his lover. "But how about a good old-fashioned backrub first?" He waggled his eyebrows and took the tray from Sam's lap, to set it down on his nightstand, picking up the supplies he had left on it earlier.
"Dean, you don't have to…" Sam mildly protested, knowing Dean had to be uncomfortable like him. He wasn't going to put up too much of a fuss, though. His back was still bothering him a little bit.
Winking at Sam, Dean climbed back onto the bed and uncapped the massage oil. "Get into a comfortable position and let me do my thing, Sammy."
Sam looked around the bed. "Um, not sure what kind of position you were thinking of, Dean." He said, rubbing his belly. "I've put on a bit of weight, in case you didn't notice."
"Oh, I HAVE noticed." The huge smirk was back on Dean's face. "Maybe you can turn around and brace yourself against the headboard..."
Rubbing his lower belly, Sam nodded, shuffling around on the bed to get into position. "God, I still can't believe this is all me sometimes." He chuckled as he looked down at his enormous stomach.
Stuffing a few pillows under his brother's swollen belly, Dean gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "It isn't all you. It's our baby, so part of this..." He cupped the side of Sam's distended stomach and rubbed it affectionately. "...is me." He explained before shuffling behind his lover's back and pouring some oil onto his hands.
Sam moaned gently, the baby kicking as Dean spoke. "You're always inside me." He said with a blissful grin.
"'Cause that's where I belong." Dean mumbled into Sam's neck and placed a quick kiss there. Lately he had been more emotional than he remembered being when he was pregnant with Jesse but thankfully Sam had never called him on it. Rubbing his hands together, he finally started to work on the knots in his brother's lower back, gently kneading the tense muscles.
"Oh God!" Sam moaned as he felt Dean's warm hands on his back. He really needed this, all of the extra weight he was gaining was catching up with him. "That's the spot, right there…" He told his brother, breathing deeply as Dean found all the little knots in his back.
Dean kept gently pressing his thumbs into the tense muscles and rubbing small circles into Sam's back, working along his spine towards his shoulders, which were equally tense. "How's this feel?" He asked nonchalantly, feeling his cock stir to life once more at the sexy moaning coming from his brother.
"Dean…" Sam groaned gently. "You need to open up a massage parlor or something, got everything feeling so good."
"Nah, I'm not into feeling up old, sweaty guys." Dean chuckled, his hands still roaming over his baby brother's broad shoulders. "I guess you are my only client, Sammy."
"Do I get any special privileges, then?" Sam asked, smiling towards the headboard.
"What kind of 'special privileges' are you thinking off? I'm not THAT kinda guy, you know?" Dean played coy.
Sam carefully started to rub his belly. "Your son in my belly disagrees with you."
"Awww..." Dean cooed and curled one arm around Sam's bulged out midsection to stroke the smooth, stretched skin. "Daddy, loves you, kiddo."
Feeling Dean's own stomach press against him, Sam moaned loudly. "That's it!" He said, pushing back a bit. Sam's own underwear was particularly tight, and his ass was pushing the fabric to the limit. He rubbed his butt against Dean's belly, feeling the twins kick against him. "Dirty kids…" He purred.
"Guess they get that from you." Dean tried to keep his innocent act up but couldn't suppress a low moan, when his lover's butt rubbed over his popped belly-button. "Fuck..."
Sam grinned. "I'm about to pop, Dean. Not much more time like this." He reminded his lover.
His baby brother totally had a point there and Dean started shoving his own boxers down his thighs before tugging Sam's down as well. "Tell me what you want, Sammy?" He purred close to his lover's ear and started rubbing his hard cock against Sam's ass.
The baby kicked hard inside Sam and he moaned, pre-cum spurting out onto the bottom of his belly. "Fuck me first." He asked quietly with need.
Dean groaned low in his throat and trailed his hand down Sam's back towards his hole. His hand was still slick from the massage oil, so he didn't waste much time and slipped the first finger into his lover without further warning.
Sam pushed himself back again, starving for sexual attention. "Rub the baby…" He purred, holding on tight to the headboard for now.
Chuckling about his brother's request, Dean focused his attention on rubbing Sam's hugely distended belly with one hand, while slowly spreading him open with the other. "You look so hot like this..." He whispered hoarsely and scratched his blunt fingernails over the sensitive belly-button.
His body quivered as Sam felt Dean open him up. "Got nothing on you." He moaned, feeling the twins against him still. "You're incredible, you've got two of my kids inside you, making you so big..."
"And I have three more months to go." The older Winchester pointed out breathily, pulling his fingers free and grabbing Sam's belly between both his hands. "Whereas this little one will be coming soon."
"Better fuck my pregnant ass while you can, then." Sam grinned wildly. "Let me get more comfy, Dean."
Dean didn't want to let go of his lover's beautiful and heavy body but waited for him to find a better position.
Sam was soon on his hands and knees, his bellybutton brushing against the bed sheets. "Let’s get this show on the road!" He prompted, wiggling his ass.
Holding onto Sam's huge belly, Dean finally started pushing into the tight heat of his brother's body, grunting at the friction. "Oh, Sam… So HOT!"
Moaning loudly, Sam pushed back as quickly as his heavy body would let him, feeling Dean's cock go straight to his prostate. "Baby's happy." He purred over the squeaking of the bed springs.
The older ex-hunter wanted to reply something witty but his need cut any coherent thoughts short and he could only start to thrust in and out of Sam's hot, sensually rounded body.
"Feel my ass?" Sam groaned, trying to turn his head back to look at Dean. "Feel how full I am? Getting ready to push your kid out."
Dean shuddered in arousal at his brother's words. He loved to have Sam so big and full, loved to feel their baby squirming under his palms as he thrust in and out of his lover's body. "Remember how you were still deep inside me while I was in labor with Jesse?" He moaned blissfully and sped up his rhythm.
Sam moaned again, remembering every second of it. "You seriously about to burst, me fucking your brains out…" He groaned as his belly bounced under him.
Gently squeezing the swollen flesh of Sam's belly, Dean growled. "That was the... BEST sex I ever had." He panted heavily, his cock throbbing with the need to find release.
Trying not to laugh, Sam moaned obscenely instead. "Happy to be a part of it." He finally said as he felt his balls tighten. "Gonna cum, Dean. Gonna make a fucking mess with my cock!" He warned urgently.
"Cum for me." Dean purred into his brother's ear and squeezed his enormous belly again as he pushed deep into his hungry hole, hitting Sam's prostate dead on.
Sam shot his load and yelled out with pleasure. Cum spurted all across the sheets, bits of it spraying onto his own rotund belly.
Hot on Sam's heels Dean undulated his hips, thrusting into his lover's clenching hole a few more times. "So HOT!" He growled, rubbing cum into the smooth skin of Sam's bloated belly and moaning dirtily.
"Cum inside me, fill me up!" Sam begged, his ass still clenching hard on Dean's cock.
With a loud outcry of sheer ecstasy, Dean finally shot his seed deep into his brother and nearly collapsed onto him with exertion. "Sam... I... This..." His brain was still on overload from the intense orgasm and he couldn't string together a coherent thought as he carefully pulled out and fell onto his back.
The dark haired ex-hunter felt full and content as he carefully pulled himself up off his hands and knees. He turned around and smiled at Dean. "Let me see my babies." He said quietly, cum dribbling out of his ass. He reached down and felt the twins inside Dean, hearing his brother somehow still manage to moan with arousal. "This isn't going to be your last pregnancy, is it?" He asked Dean slyly.
A wide telling smile spread on Dean's flushed face but he didn't say anything in response to that. Instead he tugged on Sam's arm and carefully rolled onto his side to give him a kiss.
"My own little baby factory…" Sam purred, patting Dean's big stomach.
Dean kept smiling as he reached out a hand to touch his brother's impressive belly as well. "Maybe you'll want another one, too." He winked.
The younger Winchester smiled, ready to give his brother another vague answer, only to feel something shift inside him. "Dean?"
"Yeah, Sam?" Dean frowned at the weird look on Sam's face
Taking a deep breath, Sam rubbed his stomach slowly. All of the fear he had been feeling the past week bubbled to the surface, but somehow didn't overtake him. He felt... confident, somehow. "It's time." He explained, smiling warmly.
"You mean... The baby's coming?" Dean's eyebrows shot upwards and he stared at Sam in a mix of shock and confusion.
Sam nodded. "Pretty sure." He said, laughing a little bit. "You fucked me just that hard."
"I... didn't mean... I..." The older Winchester stuttered. He somehow felt a lot less relaxed and confident now than he had during Jesse's birth. "What do you want me to do?"
Sam sat down on the bed next to his brother. "Just be here." He said with a smile.
Nodding vehemently, Dean reached out a hand and started rubbing soothing circles onto Sam's huge, contracting belly. "Of course..."
"Dean, relax." Sam soothed, rubbing his belly along with Dean. "We'll get through this, just as always."
The blond ex-hunter still looked a bit shaken but nodded nonetheless. This was just the beginning and he knew that he had to pull himself together now, because Sam would need him in a few hours when the contractions got worse as he got closer to giving birth. "Yeah, we'll get through this..." He gave Sam a quick kiss and took the moment to clear his mind. "Maybe we can try to take another nap together." He then suggested, wrapping his arms around his brother.
Sam felt a swift kick from his belly, doubting he'd be able to sleep anymore. He saw the look in Dean's eyes and felt his heart warm. "Why not?" He said, just wanting to be snuggled up with Dean for now.
Nuzzling into Sam’s neck, Dean took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of his lover, and closed his eyes.
Part 2