Ficlet - More
Title: More (ficlet)
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #18, fingering
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: By request, a role-reversal for this: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/168191.html
Sometimes, Sam got into a mood.
He thought it was fun to play around and tease his brother until he forced Dean to fucking beg (yes, literally beg with pleading or tears or going to his knees) to be touched or sucked or somethinganythingwhatever that was going to make him come.
But that was all right.
Dean could play that game, too. Hell, this wasn’t new. They’d been screwing around for years. One of the many advantages of having been Sam’s first (and only, for a good while) was that Dean knew every single thing there was to know about what his baby brother liked and exactly how he liked it.
So yeah. That was cool.
Because sometimes, Dean got into a mood.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He was generous with the lube, that kind he liked best, the one that didn’t have any funky smell or taste. They’d tried those other ones with flavors or scents or that were supposed to heat up with contact, but Dean, and Sam too, ended up always going back to their tried and true plain old Astroglide to assist them with prep.
Well, mostly to assist them with prep.
If it hadn’t been one of Dean’s mood nights.
Just one finger inside Sam’s entrance, moving in and out easily with the liberal amount of slick he’d used, and within three minutes Sam was squirming and bucking back against Dean’s hand.
“Come on, Dean”, he did not whine as he wiggled his ass and looked up at his older brother with a not pouty at all expression.
“You don’t like it, Sammy? We can stop”, Dean whispered, close to his ear. “It’s okay if you want to stop, baby.”
And oh shit, if that didn’t bring back really old memories for both of them.
“No, fuck, I don’t want to stop, I want more. You know I do.”
“More what? I’ve got my finger in your ass, Sam, I’m fucking you with my finger. It’s not enough?”
Of course, Dean knew damn well it wasn’t enough, wasn’t even in the same solar system of enough.
“You’re gonna make me say it?”
Dean couldn’t stop the smug grin on his face.
“Yep.” He watched Sam throw his head back against the pillows, take a deep breath, let it out.
“Give me another”, Sam mumbled.
“Sorry? What? Give you what?”
Clenching his teeth, Sam grit out, “Give me another one of your fingers in my ass, Dean!”
“Ooooh, Sammy, you know better. What’s the magic word, baby?”
Defeated, Sam closed his eyes and relented. “Please, Dean. Please fuck me with more of your fingers, I need more, please."
Dean didn’t do this to his little brother all that often, but when he did, he always felt pride in the fact that he could make Sam start saying ‘please’ in about half the time that Sam could make him do it.
It was enough, though, for now. Dean slicked up two more fingers and pushed them inside Sam’s hole, rewarded with the sight of his brother’s cock leaking pre-come and his mouth falling open in a half-sob, half-moan. When his fingers hit just the right spot, Dean knew it, because Sam’s back arched off the bed and his cock twitched against his abs.
“Sam. I think I can make you come like this. Just like this, come on being fucked by my fingers.”
“Please”, there it was again, and Christ how Dean loved to hear that word. “Don’t, please, just fuck me, I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you”, Dean responded, twisting and pushing his fingers again, knowing he was hitting Sam’s prostate relentlessly. “This is going to happen, I can see it, I know it, you’re not gonna touch yourself, and I’m not gonna touch your dick, and you’re gonna jizz all over the place.”
“It’s not enough, Dean, I need more, I need your cock in me, please, don’t tease me like that!”
“No no no, Sammy, it is enough, I can already tell. My hand is right here and I can feel your balls getting tight, you’re close, aren’t you? So fucking close.”
“Dean, I want you to fuck me, come on, I need you to fuck me, please?”
In response, Dean just chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, Sam.” He saw his brother’s lids start to droop, felt his breath speed up, heard that barely choked-off sound that was always there right before he came. “I’m gonna fuck you in five…four…three…”
And that was it. Sam shouted loud enough for someone to complain to the motel manager and shot his load completely untouched.
Dean didn’t even give him any time to recover, just continued his countdown as he slicked himself up. “Two…one…”, then thrust his dick into Sam’s still clenching ass.
So maybe they both had found a way to gain the upper hand every now and then. Dean could live with it if Sam could.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #18, fingering
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: By request, a role-reversal for this: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/168191.html
Sometimes, Sam got into a mood.
He thought it was fun to play around and tease his brother until he forced Dean to fucking beg (yes, literally beg with pleading or tears or going to his knees) to be touched or sucked or somethinganythingwhatever that was going to make him come.
But that was all right.
Dean could play that game, too. Hell, this wasn’t new. They’d been screwing around for years. One of the many advantages of having been Sam’s first (and only, for a good while) was that Dean knew every single thing there was to know about what his baby brother liked and exactly how he liked it.
So yeah. That was cool.
Because sometimes, Dean got into a mood.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He was generous with the lube, that kind he liked best, the one that didn’t have any funky smell or taste. They’d tried those other ones with flavors or scents or that were supposed to heat up with contact, but Dean, and Sam too, ended up always going back to their tried and true plain old Astroglide to assist them with prep.
Well, mostly to assist them with prep.
If it hadn’t been one of Dean’s mood nights.
Just one finger inside Sam’s entrance, moving in and out easily with the liberal amount of slick he’d used, and within three minutes Sam was squirming and bucking back against Dean’s hand.
“Come on, Dean”, he did not whine as he wiggled his ass and looked up at his older brother with a not pouty at all expression.
“You don’t like it, Sammy? We can stop”, Dean whispered, close to his ear. “It’s okay if you want to stop, baby.”
And oh shit, if that didn’t bring back really old memories for both of them.
“No, fuck, I don’t want to stop, I want more. You know I do.”
“More what? I’ve got my finger in your ass, Sam, I’m fucking you with my finger. It’s not enough?”
Of course, Dean knew damn well it wasn’t enough, wasn’t even in the same solar system of enough.
“You’re gonna make me say it?”
Dean couldn’t stop the smug grin on his face.
“Yep.” He watched Sam throw his head back against the pillows, take a deep breath, let it out.
“Give me another”, Sam mumbled.
“Sorry? What? Give you what?”
Clenching his teeth, Sam grit out, “Give me another one of your fingers in my ass, Dean!”
“Ooooh, Sammy, you know better. What’s the magic word, baby?”
Defeated, Sam closed his eyes and relented. “Please, Dean. Please fuck me with more of your fingers, I need more, please."
Dean didn’t do this to his little brother all that often, but when he did, he always felt pride in the fact that he could make Sam start saying ‘please’ in about half the time that Sam could make him do it.
It was enough, though, for now. Dean slicked up two more fingers and pushed them inside Sam’s hole, rewarded with the sight of his brother’s cock leaking pre-come and his mouth falling open in a half-sob, half-moan. When his fingers hit just the right spot, Dean knew it, because Sam’s back arched off the bed and his cock twitched against his abs.
“Sam. I think I can make you come like this. Just like this, come on being fucked by my fingers.”
“Please”, there it was again, and Christ how Dean loved to hear that word. “Don’t, please, just fuck me, I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you”, Dean responded, twisting and pushing his fingers again, knowing he was hitting Sam’s prostate relentlessly. “This is going to happen, I can see it, I know it, you’re not gonna touch yourself, and I’m not gonna touch your dick, and you’re gonna jizz all over the place.”
“It’s not enough, Dean, I need more, I need your cock in me, please, don’t tease me like that!”
“No no no, Sammy, it is enough, I can already tell. My hand is right here and I can feel your balls getting tight, you’re close, aren’t you? So fucking close.”
“Dean, I want you to fuck me, come on, I need you to fuck me, please?”
In response, Dean just chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, Sam.” He saw his brother’s lids start to droop, felt his breath speed up, heard that barely choked-off sound that was always there right before he came. “I’m gonna fuck you in five…four…three…”
And that was it. Sam shouted loud enough for someone to complain to the motel manager and shot his load completely untouched.
Dean didn’t even give him any time to recover, just continued his countdown as he slicked himself up. “Two…one…”, then thrust his dick into Sam’s still clenching ass.
So maybe they both had found a way to gain the upper hand every now and then. Dean could live with it if Sam could.