Ficlet - Aftercare
Title: Aftercare (for spn_30snapshots
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (weecest, warning for both brothers underage)
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #9, bathing
W/C: ~850
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: They can always come up with an excuse.
A/N: Filthy underage porn with no redeeming value except that it’s filthy underage porn.
It happened over a small period of time, just months, but one of them was ready with a completely valid reason for their father to leave them alone any time they wanted. It was almost surprising, the ease with which John Winchester accepted being relegated to the metaphorical backseat when one or both of his boys needed caring for. They cared for each other now. He just didn’t know (or didn’t want to know) how far that care extended.
When Sam saw his father and brother limping into the room battered and bruised, he immediately discarded his battered copy of Lord of the Flies in favor of assessing the damage. Nothing life-threatening, okay. This hunt had been dangerous enough that Sam had been left behind. He had turned thirteen weeks before and he’d been on hunts before, but John drew the line at certain types of hunts, thinking little Sammy wasn’t ready yet.
After reassurance from John that he and his brother were both all right, Sam’s gaze settled directly on Dean, his intent exceptionally clear (certainly to Dean, maybe to John, whatever).
Dean caught on quickly. “I just need to get cleaned up, is all. I’m okay, Sammy.”
Before their father had a chance to intervene, Sam started leading Dean toward the bathroom of their motel room. “I’ll help him if he needs help, Dad. Hey, why don’t you have a drink?” Sam took the bottle of Beam and poured a healthy measure into the clear plastic cup by the sink. Handing it to his perplexed father, he continued, “Relax, I’ve got this.”
No more conversation was necessary as John sat on the bed and accepted his younger son’s offer as the two of them closed the bathroom door behind them.
Sam knew their dad wasn’t going to just have the one drink. That’s just not the way it worked. He also knew he wasn’t going to just help Dean get cleaned up. That’s just not the way that worked, either.
Filling up the tub, Dean removed his torn clothes with just a few winces of discomfort. He settled into the warm water and closed his eyes, just listening to the sounds of his baby brother getting naked. When he glanced up again, Sam was kneeling next to the bathtub, holding a washcloth and leaning over to kiss him. “So glad you’re okay, Dean. Was worried about you.”
“Yeah, m’okay, better now.” He moved his arms around Sam’s tiny shoulders and pulled him in closer, accepting another kiss and deepening it.
Sam moved back, saying, “You do need to get cleaned up, Dean. At least for a minute, before I get you all messy again”, with a sly grin that did not belong on the face of a barely thirteen year old boy. He soaped up the washcloth, cleaning Dean’s face first, then moving to his chest, bursting with pride with the choked out whimpers that resulted when he ran the cloth over his brother’s nipples a little longer than necessary. He took his time, first with Dean’s arms, then with his legs, intermittently stopping to kiss his mouth or lick his neck or bite his collarbone.
He could see that Dean was hard, could feel his hips bucking up at almost every touch, though Sam carefully avoided touching Dean’s cock until his brother was squirming under every touch.
Carefully listening for sounds in the room beyond their locked door and hearing nothing, Sam climbed into the tub with Dean, straddling his hips and grinding his own hard cock against his brother’s. There were still times when he felt so inadequate - Dean was big, and Sam knew he was so small in comparison. He didn’t feel that tonight, though. Dean’s thorough enjoyment of their activities before this had garnered his self-confidence. All he could do was take in the sounds of Dean, knowing the effect his actions were creating. Seating himself fully in his big brother’s lap, he leaned in again and captured Dean’s mouth in his, swallowing down any noise that might have been loud enough to rouse their father as he pushed harder, moving himself up and down on his brother’s huge cock.
Maybe he’d have a dick like that one day, he hoped.
For now, he just held on tight, finding just the right mix of friction and movement, until he felt Dean go still underneath him. He almost sounded like he was choking on his own breath as he came, which made Sam so dizzy with lust that he followed him only seconds later.
Looking down at Dean’s blissed-out expression and totally relaxed posture, Sam felt triumphant. Yeah, he could do this, he could take Dean to pieces right there in the motel bathtub with their father yards away and none the wiser.
He learned from the best, after all.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (weecest, warning for both brothers underage)
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #9, bathing
W/C: ~850
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: They can always come up with an excuse.
A/N: Filthy underage porn with no redeeming value except that it’s filthy underage porn.
It happened over a small period of time, just months, but one of them was ready with a completely valid reason for their father to leave them alone any time they wanted. It was almost surprising, the ease with which John Winchester accepted being relegated to the metaphorical backseat when one or both of his boys needed caring for. They cared for each other now. He just didn’t know (or didn’t want to know) how far that care extended.
When Sam saw his father and brother limping into the room battered and bruised, he immediately discarded his battered copy of Lord of the Flies in favor of assessing the damage. Nothing life-threatening, okay. This hunt had been dangerous enough that Sam had been left behind. He had turned thirteen weeks before and he’d been on hunts before, but John drew the line at certain types of hunts, thinking little Sammy wasn’t ready yet.
After reassurance from John that he and his brother were both all right, Sam’s gaze settled directly on Dean, his intent exceptionally clear (certainly to Dean, maybe to John, whatever).
Dean caught on quickly. “I just need to get cleaned up, is all. I’m okay, Sammy.”
Before their father had a chance to intervene, Sam started leading Dean toward the bathroom of their motel room. “I’ll help him if he needs help, Dad. Hey, why don’t you have a drink?” Sam took the bottle of Beam and poured a healthy measure into the clear plastic cup by the sink. Handing it to his perplexed father, he continued, “Relax, I’ve got this.”
No more conversation was necessary as John sat on the bed and accepted his younger son’s offer as the two of them closed the bathroom door behind them.
Sam knew their dad wasn’t going to just have the one drink. That’s just not the way it worked. He also knew he wasn’t going to just help Dean get cleaned up. That’s just not the way that worked, either.
Filling up the tub, Dean removed his torn clothes with just a few winces of discomfort. He settled into the warm water and closed his eyes, just listening to the sounds of his baby brother getting naked. When he glanced up again, Sam was kneeling next to the bathtub, holding a washcloth and leaning over to kiss him. “So glad you’re okay, Dean. Was worried about you.”
“Yeah, m’okay, better now.” He moved his arms around Sam’s tiny shoulders and pulled him in closer, accepting another kiss and deepening it.
Sam moved back, saying, “You do need to get cleaned up, Dean. At least for a minute, before I get you all messy again”, with a sly grin that did not belong on the face of a barely thirteen year old boy. He soaped up the washcloth, cleaning Dean’s face first, then moving to his chest, bursting with pride with the choked out whimpers that resulted when he ran the cloth over his brother’s nipples a little longer than necessary. He took his time, first with Dean’s arms, then with his legs, intermittently stopping to kiss his mouth or lick his neck or bite his collarbone.
He could see that Dean was hard, could feel his hips bucking up at almost every touch, though Sam carefully avoided touching Dean’s cock until his brother was squirming under every touch.
Carefully listening for sounds in the room beyond their locked door and hearing nothing, Sam climbed into the tub with Dean, straddling his hips and grinding his own hard cock against his brother’s. There were still times when he felt so inadequate - Dean was big, and Sam knew he was so small in comparison. He didn’t feel that tonight, though. Dean’s thorough enjoyment of their activities before this had garnered his self-confidence. All he could do was take in the sounds of Dean, knowing the effect his actions were creating. Seating himself fully in his big brother’s lap, he leaned in again and captured Dean’s mouth in his, swallowing down any noise that might have been loud enough to rouse their father as he pushed harder, moving himself up and down on his brother’s huge cock.
Maybe he’d have a dick like that one day, he hoped.
For now, he just held on tight, finding just the right mix of friction and movement, until he felt Dean go still underneath him. He almost sounded like he was choking on his own breath as he came, which made Sam so dizzy with lust that he followed him only seconds later.
Looking down at Dean’s blissed-out expression and totally relaxed posture, Sam felt triumphant. Yeah, he could do this, he could take Dean to pieces right there in the motel bathtub with their father yards away and none the wiser.
He learned from the best, after all.