FIC - Wet (for snapshots)
Title: Wet
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): #7, lubrication
W/C: ~ 1350
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: First-time (all the way) wee!cest, I don’t know what else to say.
A/N: Set shortly after this: Aftercare
There was no stopping it now.
Sammy was still young, so fucking young. And things between Dean and him had started with unconscious actions to begin with. Sam hadn’t even realized he’d been rubbing himself off against his brother in their shared bed at first. Of course, Dean knew, but no matter how much he wished he had the strength to tell Sam to stop, he just didn’t.
Points deducted for Dean’s responsibility to protect his younger brother’s innocence. Okay.
Dean didn’t need those stupid fucking points. He needed what they had.
Grinding against each other until they came in their boxers when their dad left them alone. Mutual handjobs under the guise of Dean showing Sam how that whole thing was supposed to work. Fooling around in the bathtub after Sam had expertly distracted their father. Those few memorable occasions when one or the other of them was on the receiving end of a blow job that blew their minds.
Now, though…now Sam was pushing. It was normal, in the way that anything they had could be considered normal, Dean guessed. Sexual relationships progressed, they moved forward, always going on to the next step, or they ended.
Ending was not an option here.
When they were sucking each other off or grinding their cocks together, there was always plenty of lubrication. Spit, sweat, pre-come, whatever. Enough to make their encounters comfortable and easy, at least in a physical way.
Lately, Dean had given in to Sam’s insistent begging for Dean to finger his ass. At first, he’d been reluctant. Whatever else had happened, it hadn’t really qualified as ‘penetrative’, which Dean was holding out hope might save him from burning in Hell for eternity. His reluctance crumbled the first time he saw Sam reach back and insert two of his fingers into his own ass while Dean sucked his dick.
The only word he could manage to get out at that sight was “Sammy”, though it was more of a moan than an actual word.
It didn’t take long for Dean to crack, to give in to Sam’s insistence that his own fingers weren’t enough, he needed Dean’s.
But there was not a single fucking chance that Dean would risk hurting his brother. Yeah, Sam was a little champ, sticking those skinny thirteen year old fingers into his tiny hole. Poor misguided kid, he had no clue. All the while he was begging Dean to finger him, to fuck him, to put your cock in me, please, but Sam didn’t seem to realize that Dean’s fingers were bigger, and his cock…well, Dean didn’t go around bragging about having a huge dick or anything, he figured it was just average, but his Sam was still so tiny. That last little bit of baby fat on his cheeks, his slim waist and skinny arms and legs - Dean cursed his inability to say no.
So, that first time, Dean had gone out and gotten lube. Real live lube that was specifically designed for stuff you do to someone’s ass, not some lame hand lotion or whatever.
Alone for the next three days, at least, he couldn’t put Sam off for any longer. He poured a ridiculous amount of the slick stuff onto his hand, and cautiously slipped one finger into his brother’s entrance. Sam gasped, hitched a breath or two, but shockingly pushed back against him almost immediately. With the insistent roll of his baby brother’s hips in tandem with his touch, Dean poured the lube on again and slid in another finger. Too much this time, he knew, because it was running down his hand onto his wrist, but better safe than sorry (better safe than hurting Sam).
“Fuck, fuck, Dean, so good, I want it, I want more, come on”, Sam whined, bucking up his hips to illustrate his words.
“Sammy, don’t you think we should go a little slower? I don’t want-”
Sam responded by grabbing Dean’s arm and saying, “To hurt me, I know, you don’t want to hurt me. You’re not hurting me, I swear. If you stop I’m going to die. Like, for real, die. I mean it.”
Dean took a good look at him then. His words were petulant; childish. His chest was flushed and covered in sweat but so small and thin. The hand around Dean’s arm felt so little. Looked so damn little.
“Baby, I just don’t know if you’re ready for this. It’s a big deal, and I know you want it, but damn it, even I was still a virgin when I was your age.”
“I don’t want to hear about you feeling guilty, Dean”, Sam choked out on a soft moan as he felt his brother’s fingers still sliding in and out of him. “I’m telling you this is what I want. We’ve been waiting all this time, so damn long, how much longer do we have to wait if we both want it?”
And yeah, a few months, sure, to Sam, that probably felt like forever.
“All right. But I’m telling you right now, even if neither one of us are done, we stop if I say so. Got that?”
“Fine, fine, okay, but will you please for the love of God just fuck me already?”
What kind of thirteen year old boy was supposed to talk like that? To his brother? It was too late now, though.
If there was a point of no return, they’d already gotten there.
He eased Sam over onto his belly, assuring him that it would be more comfortable like that, and Sam didn’t argue. He wasn’t about to chance losing this hard-won victory.
The lube came out again, and Dean knew he was overdoing it. He smeared it all over Sam’s hole until it was glistening and dripping wet. Then he coated his own dick with, like, half the bottle before finally placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder and saying “Just breathe out, baby, try to relax, I swear I’ll make it good for you.”
“I never thought you wouldn’t” was Sam’s reply, before he followed instructions and blew out a deep exhale as his brother breached his ass with just the head of his dick.
And fuck, it burned, but there was no way Sam was going to let on and take the chance that Dean would stop.
Dean kept pushing in, slowly, stopping now and again to slick the way with more lubricant.
It felt wet and messy and strange but so good, so so so good for both of them. Just as Dean had imagined, Sam’s asshole was as tiny and tight and hot as the rest of his body; just getting all the way inside took a significant amount of effort. The ridiculous amount of lube they’d used certainly helped, but Dean’s cock was sore after just a minute being inside Sammy’s tight virgin hole.
His efforts were rewarded, though, as it wasn’t more than a minute before he felt his brother’s breaths even out and his hips moving backward in an attempt to get more.
Sam writhed and moaned and pleaded as Dean pumped into him with a little more force. His own groans of pleasure falling unbidden from his lips. “Fuck, Sammy, so tight, baby boy, all mine, so good for me” were met with corresponding “Yeah, Dean, please, waited so long, just fuck me, I’m yours, only yours…”
No more than a few minutes had gone by before Sam came all over the mattress and Dean followed him there mere seconds later.
After a moment or two of silence, Sam wrenched his way around so that he was on his back again, facing his brother.
“I wanna do that a really whole lot more. Okay?”
Dean could still feel his own cum and the half-gallon of lube he’d used leaking from Sam’s ass, and he knew there just wasn’t anything else he could say except “Of course, yes, a whole lot more.”
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): #7, lubrication
W/C: ~ 1350
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: First-time (all the way) wee!cest, I don’t know what else to say.
A/N: Set shortly after this: Aftercare
There was no stopping it now.
Sammy was still young, so fucking young. And things between Dean and him had started with unconscious actions to begin with. Sam hadn’t even realized he’d been rubbing himself off against his brother in their shared bed at first. Of course, Dean knew, but no matter how much he wished he had the strength to tell Sam to stop, he just didn’t.
Points deducted for Dean’s responsibility to protect his younger brother’s innocence. Okay.
Dean didn’t need those stupid fucking points. He needed what they had.
Grinding against each other until they came in their boxers when their dad left them alone. Mutual handjobs under the guise of Dean showing Sam how that whole thing was supposed to work. Fooling around in the bathtub after Sam had expertly distracted their father. Those few memorable occasions when one or the other of them was on the receiving end of a blow job that blew their minds.
Now, though…now Sam was pushing. It was normal, in the way that anything they had could be considered normal, Dean guessed. Sexual relationships progressed, they moved forward, always going on to the next step, or they ended.
Ending was not an option here.
When they were sucking each other off or grinding their cocks together, there was always plenty of lubrication. Spit, sweat, pre-come, whatever. Enough to make their encounters comfortable and easy, at least in a physical way.
Lately, Dean had given in to Sam’s insistent begging for Dean to finger his ass. At first, he’d been reluctant. Whatever else had happened, it hadn’t really qualified as ‘penetrative’, which Dean was holding out hope might save him from burning in Hell for eternity. His reluctance crumbled the first time he saw Sam reach back and insert two of his fingers into his own ass while Dean sucked his dick.
The only word he could manage to get out at that sight was “Sammy”, though it was more of a moan than an actual word.
It didn’t take long for Dean to crack, to give in to Sam’s insistence that his own fingers weren’t enough, he needed Dean’s.
But there was not a single fucking chance that Dean would risk hurting his brother. Yeah, Sam was a little champ, sticking those skinny thirteen year old fingers into his tiny hole. Poor misguided kid, he had no clue. All the while he was begging Dean to finger him, to fuck him, to put your cock in me, please, but Sam didn’t seem to realize that Dean’s fingers were bigger, and his cock…well, Dean didn’t go around bragging about having a huge dick or anything, he figured it was just average, but his Sam was still so tiny. That last little bit of baby fat on his cheeks, his slim waist and skinny arms and legs - Dean cursed his inability to say no.
So, that first time, Dean had gone out and gotten lube. Real live lube that was specifically designed for stuff you do to someone’s ass, not some lame hand lotion or whatever.
Alone for the next three days, at least, he couldn’t put Sam off for any longer. He poured a ridiculous amount of the slick stuff onto his hand, and cautiously slipped one finger into his brother’s entrance. Sam gasped, hitched a breath or two, but shockingly pushed back against him almost immediately. With the insistent roll of his baby brother’s hips in tandem with his touch, Dean poured the lube on again and slid in another finger. Too much this time, he knew, because it was running down his hand onto his wrist, but better safe than sorry (better safe than hurting Sam).
“Fuck, fuck, Dean, so good, I want it, I want more, come on”, Sam whined, bucking up his hips to illustrate his words.
“Sammy, don’t you think we should go a little slower? I don’t want-”
Sam responded by grabbing Dean’s arm and saying, “To hurt me, I know, you don’t want to hurt me. You’re not hurting me, I swear. If you stop I’m going to die. Like, for real, die. I mean it.”
Dean took a good look at him then. His words were petulant; childish. His chest was flushed and covered in sweat but so small and thin. The hand around Dean’s arm felt so little. Looked so damn little.
“Baby, I just don’t know if you’re ready for this. It’s a big deal, and I know you want it, but damn it, even I was still a virgin when I was your age.”
“I don’t want to hear about you feeling guilty, Dean”, Sam choked out on a soft moan as he felt his brother’s fingers still sliding in and out of him. “I’m telling you this is what I want. We’ve been waiting all this time, so damn long, how much longer do we have to wait if we both want it?”
And yeah, a few months, sure, to Sam, that probably felt like forever.
“All right. But I’m telling you right now, even if neither one of us are done, we stop if I say so. Got that?”
“Fine, fine, okay, but will you please for the love of God just fuck me already?”
What kind of thirteen year old boy was supposed to talk like that? To his brother? It was too late now, though.
If there was a point of no return, they’d already gotten there.
He eased Sam over onto his belly, assuring him that it would be more comfortable like that, and Sam didn’t argue. He wasn’t about to chance losing this hard-won victory.
The lube came out again, and Dean knew he was overdoing it. He smeared it all over Sam’s hole until it was glistening and dripping wet. Then he coated his own dick with, like, half the bottle before finally placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder and saying “Just breathe out, baby, try to relax, I swear I’ll make it good for you.”
“I never thought you wouldn’t” was Sam’s reply, before he followed instructions and blew out a deep exhale as his brother breached his ass with just the head of his dick.
And fuck, it burned, but there was no way Sam was going to let on and take the chance that Dean would stop.
Dean kept pushing in, slowly, stopping now and again to slick the way with more lubricant.
It felt wet and messy and strange but so good, so so so good for both of them. Just as Dean had imagined, Sam’s asshole was as tiny and tight and hot as the rest of his body; just getting all the way inside took a significant amount of effort. The ridiculous amount of lube they’d used certainly helped, but Dean’s cock was sore after just a minute being inside Sammy’s tight virgin hole.
His efforts were rewarded, though, as it wasn’t more than a minute before he felt his brother’s breaths even out and his hips moving backward in an attempt to get more.
Sam writhed and moaned and pleaded as Dean pumped into him with a little more force. His own groans of pleasure falling unbidden from his lips. “Fuck, Sammy, so tight, baby boy, all mine, so good for me” were met with corresponding “Yeah, Dean, please, waited so long, just fuck me, I’m yours, only yours…”
No more than a few minutes had gone by before Sam came all over the mattress and Dean followed him there mere seconds later.
After a moment or two of silence, Sam wrenched his way around so that he was on his back again, facing his brother.
“I wanna do that a really whole lot more. Okay?”
Dean could still feel his own cum and the half-gallon of lube he’d used leaking from Sam’s ass, and he knew there just wasn’t anything else he could say except “Of course, yes, a whole lot more.”