Big Bang 2012: The Iron Tongue of Midnight
Part Seven
April 18th 2002
Sam looked tired. Tired and drawn and worried. And he was late.
“Are you okay, man?” Dean asked, his eyes and mouth tightening with concern.
“Yeah,” Sam attempted a smile. “Just…haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Get you a beer?”
“Thanks.”
Dean lowered himself carefully onto a chair and he saw Sam’s eyes flare with understanding.
“You’re wearing a plug?”
Dean groaned. “Oh man, don’t tell me you were actually kidding? Goddamn it, Sam!”
Sam grinned. “I wasn’t kidding. I just didn’t expect you to actually do it. Which one is it?”
Dean raised an eyebrow and gave Sam a very dirty look.
Sam gasped. “No shit? You’re wearing the biggest one?”
“That’s the one you told me to wear, Sammy!” Dean glared.
“It’s Sam.”
“Whatever. Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Sam grinned and then burst out laughing.
“Oh man. I’m hella impressed,” he bit on his bottom lip. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Dean scowled. “For that, I’m not even gonna wash ‘em before I give ‘em back!”
“Eww!”
Sam tipped his head back and took a long pull on his beer. Dean watched as Sam swallowed, the younger man’s throat muscles rippling in a way that went straight to Dean’s cock. Thanks to the damn butt plug and its never-ending pressure on his prostate, Dean had been hard for hours. He hadn’t been sure when Sam was going to turn up. Sure, they’d agreed on eight o’clock, but then they’d agreed that he’d come at eight o’clock on Tuesday night too and Sam had turned up at six. So Dean had put the plug in at five and now-three and a half hours later-he was just about gagging for it. And he didn’t even really care what ‘it’ was, so long as he got to come.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was small, tentative, and he looked…wounded? Fragile?
“What?” Dean was instantly on alert.
“Please don’t call me Sammy, okay? It’s…it’s my working name and…I don’t want to feel like…I’m not imagining this, am I? We are actually friends, aren’t we?”
Dean scooted his chair forward a little so that his knees were brushing against Sam’s. He leaned forwards and fixed his eyes on Sam, his expression serious. “Yeah, we’re friends. And I don’t think of you as a hooker. We all do what we gotta do to survive, and I know that better than most people. But here’s the thing,” Dean held Sam’s eyes, “You remember me mentioning that I used to have a little brother?”
Sam nodded.
“He’d’ve been your age now… I was four when we lost him and my mom.”
Dean paused and swallowed visibly.
“I’m sorry, Dean. That’s…that’s just…”
“Yeah. His name…my baby brother…he was called Timmy. Timothy obviously. And I bet when he got older…if he’d had a chance to get older…he would’ve insisted on me calling him Tim. And I’d’ve kept right on calling him Timmy anyway cuz that’s an older brother’s prerogative, right?”
Sam tilted his head. “What are you saying? That you think of me as a little brother?”
Dean pulled a face. “Kind of? Which I gotta admit is pretty kinky considering I want you to fuck me. I guess what I’m saying is, if a ‘Sammy’ or two slips out here and there, it’s not because I think you’re a whore. Far from it. Okay?”
Sam’s forehead was creased and his lips were pursed.
“You want me to fuck you?” he said softly.
Dean looked at him steadily. “I’ve had this damn plug in me for over three hours. If I don’t get some action soon, I’m gonna explode!”
Sam nodded. “So it could be anyone? You just wanna get fucked. You don’t want me to fuck you?”
Dean stood up so quickly that he knocked his chair over.
“The plug was your goddamn idea, Sammy!” he hissed, “You wanted me horny as fuck…well congratulations; you got me horny as fuck! Now how about you quit being a girl about this because I wouldn’t’ve put this fucking thing in for anyone except you, but I do not do chick flick moments, got it?”
“Got it. Sorry,” Sam hesitated a moment, “You’re not worried about what the Faerie king said? About my blood being tainted? Cuz I promise you I’m clean. I even went to the clinic on Monday and got all the standard tests done again. The HIV one isn’t back yet, obviously, but-”
Dean’s agitation fled in the face of Sam’s obvious concern and his need to soothe and protect the younger man surfaced in its place. He hadn’t given the Faerie king’s foreboding comments about Sam a lot of thought-he’d had enough of his own worries on his mind-but Gwyn Ap Nudd’s allegations that Sam’s blood was somehow tainted had clearly caused the former street hustler some stress.
“I don’t think that’s what he meant,” Dean said slowly, “I think…he just meant that your whole life had…damaged you…tainted you as far as being suitable for this ritual was concerned. You know? Too much bad shit happened to you too soon?”
Sam snorted. “Yeah, well that’s true.”
“S-so…” Dean rocked back on his heels, causing the plug to jolt and sending surprising little shocks of pleasure racing through his body. It reminded him just how badly he needed to get laid and an anxious feeling swept over him. “Are we gonna play, or…or what?”
Sam stood up, invading Dean’s space immediately and Dean swallowed. God he loved the fact that he had to look up at the younger man.
Sam leaned forwards and kissed him, rough and possessive, his tongue demanding entrance as his hands held Dean immobile. Dean just melted; couldn’t hand himself over to Sam quickly enough.
Sam pulled back from the kiss and Dean absolutely did not whimper.
“I can’t help noticing,” Sam said, “that you’ve got a little bit of a submissive streak.”
“I do not,” Dean said reflexively.
Sam’s eyes darkened. “Yeah,” he said, “You do.”
He kissed him again and began to walk him backwards, until the back of Dean’s legs hit the edge of the bed. Sam pulled away from the kiss then, and pushed him down onto the bed.
“Scoot up,” he ordered, and Dean scrambled back towards the headboard.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Dean complied without a word and watched with lust-blown eyes as Sam crawled in between his legs and then leaned over him, pinning his arms to the mattress.
“I noticed last time-” holy fuck; had Sam’s voice always been this deep and gravelly? “-that you got really turned on by me holding you down.” Sam leaned down and kissed him again, lips hard and unyielding, and Dean tried to resist, just to prove that he could, and then he parted his lips and welcomed him into his mouth because he needed Sammy’s tongue fucking into him like he needed air to breathe. The hot, wet muscle stabbed and licked and claimed him thoroughly and Dean just gave himself up to it. When Sam finally pulled back, Dean’s lips felt wet and bruised; he loved it.
“And just now,” Sam continued, in the same deep rasping voice that was going straight to Dean’s groin, “you did exactly what I told you to, no questions asked. You, Dean Winchester,” Sam’s eyes sparkled wickedly, “have a submissive streak a mile wide,” Dean opened his mouth to protest and Sam’s expression became severe. “And if you argue with me about this, I’m gonna turn you over and spank your ass.”
Okay, that should’t’ve gone to his dick like it did. What the fuck?
Sam lowered his head and kissed him gently. “This is a good thing,” he whispered, “seeing as how you have to give yourself to the Faerie king whether you want to or not. If you can get into a submissive mind frame, it’ll be easier for you.”
He kissed Dean again. “So we’re gonna play with this. From here on in, I expect complete obedience from you. You don’t question me, you don’t argue, you just do as you’re told and you accept everything I choose to do to you. Disobey me, and you’ll be punished. If, at any time, I go too far and you start to feel uncomfortable, you say ‘red’. I won’t stop for anything else. ‘Stop’, ‘No’, ‘I can’t’, ‘Don’t’, ‘Please’ - these all just became meaningless words. But if you say ‘red’ I’ll stop immediately, okay?”
“You’re giving me a safe word?” Dean croaked.
Sam nodded.
“Fuck,” Dean cleared his throat. “Maybe you were right. I’m so turned on right now I can’t think straight.”
Sam kissed him softly again. “You don’t have to think,” he said. “You just have to feel and obey.”
-X-
Sam looked down at Dean, spread wantonly beneath him. His lips were swollen, red and spit-slicked, his hair was adorably tousled and his eyes were so lust-blown you could barely tell that they were green. It took all of Sam’s strength not to just flip Dean over, yank his jeans off and plow into him. He took a steadying breath and then shunted off the end of the bed and picked up the chair that Dean had knocked over earlier, angling it so that it faced toward Dean.
“Strip for me,” he ordered the older man.
Dean frowned, his expression one of utter confusion. He opened his mouth and then apparently remembered the rules, because he shut it and sat up. He looked at Sam uncertainly and then lowered his eyes and grasped the hem of his tee-shirt. He pulled it off quickly and threw it down beside him, his breathing ragged and his face and neck flushed.
“Look at me, Dean.”
For a moment Dean sat utterly still and Sam was worried that he wasn’t going to obey. And then his eyes fluttered up from beneath his lashes and fixed on Sam’s face.
Sam smiled at him. “You can do better than that. Make it look good.”
Sam watched again as a parade of emotions crossed Dean’s face. A very large part of him clearly wanted to tell Sam to fuck off. He was embarrassed by this, while being turned on at the same time; but the way he looked to Sam for reassurance told Sam that Dean wanted to please him. So he nodded encouragingly and Dean suddenly relaxed. He kneeled up high on the bed and then, with a grin that was downright evil, he ran his tongue seductively across his top lip, while letting his hands wander down his chest, tantalizingly slowly, towards his hips. He dipped the fingers of one hand beneath the waist band of his jeans and pumped his hand slowly up and down while dropping the other hand to cup his balls through the denim of his jeans.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. When he’d packed his bag to come out this evening, he had packed a bottle of Viagra; the working boy’s friend. The lousy night’s sleep he’d had, coupled with his worry over Brady had left him feeling anything but horny and he’d been worried that if tonight turned out to be the night that he and Dean had sex, he might not be able to perform. He needn’t have worried. The moment he’d kissed Dean his dick had started to stir and now, watching Dean put on a show for him, he was as hard as a diamond. Dean certainly wasn’t unaware of his assets and if the hunter was ever hard up for cash, Sam thought he could make some decent money as a stripper. He also thought that if he could find a way to bottle Dean Winchester then he could put the makers of Viagra out of business.
Dean tipped his head back and bit down on his bottom lip. Ever so slowly he began to swivel his hips and then he dragged both of his hands slowly to his zipper and undid his jeans in a sensual, leisurely manner. Dean lowered his jeans slowly, revealing first his stomach and hips and then his cock, which sprang up against his stomach as soon as it was no longer restrained. Sam’s breath caught when he realized that the older man wasn’t wearing any underwear. Dean worked his jeans down to his knees and then rolled onto his back and kicked them off with a flourish, before rolling onto his hands and knees and wiggling his ass at Sam seductively. The base of the black butt plug was flush against his ass and the sight of Dean-prepped, plugged and teasing-was shredding Sam’s self-control. He moaned softly and palmed his cock. Dean chuckled and looked back at him with a cheeky grin and Sam knew that he had to regain control fast.
“Lie down on your forearms,” he instructed, “and put your forehead on the bed.”
Dean lost his grin and his eyes tightened. “I…no, Sam…I…”
Sam was on his feet and by Dean’s side before he could get any further.
“It’s okay, Dean,” he soothed, stroking gently over his back, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” He ran a hand down over Dean’s ass. “You look so incredibly hot like this.” He flicked at the plug, provoking a gasp from Dean. “I want your ass in the air while I get undressed because it’s such a sexy view, I’m not gonna take you by surprise, I swear. Okay?”
“I…okay.”
“Then let’s go.”
Dean pouted. “Why can’t I watch you strip?”
Sam smacked his ass, chuckling at Dean’s undignified squawk and then rubbing at the pink handprint that appeared.
“I don’t like having to repeat myself,” he said tersely.
Dean sighed and got into position. Sam grinned and stripped his clothes off quickly before delving into his bag and retrieving a condom, a bottle of lube and a travel pack of wet wipes. He gave the box of latex gloves he’d packed a cursory glance but decided to forgo them. Dean wasn’t some trick he’d picked up off the street-well, okay, technically he was, but unlike most street johns, who had questionable hygiene standards, Dean had been freshly showered for each of their meetings and Sam wanted as much skin on skin contact as he could manage. Sam returned to stand behind Dean and ran a hand over his ass again, stroking and massaging and tapping at the plug. Below him, Dean moaned into the mattress and wriggled frantically.
“Turn around,” Sam instructed.
When Dean complied, Sam handed him the condom. “Put it on me.”
Dean took the condom from him and then looked at him with a frown. He rubbed at the back of his neck and then opened the packet with a shrug and rolled the condom down onto Sam’s cock, before looking back up at him.
Sam nodded. “Good. Now…get me nice and wet.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “With the condom on?”
“It’s chocolate flavor. Go on, you’ll be fine.”
“I’ve never…sorry, I’m not…I’m just…not sure…”
Sam leaned down and kissed Dean until he relaxed.
“It’s not rocket science, remember?” he whispered. He ran a finger around Dean’s lips, dipping a finger inside his mouth and moaning softly when Dean tentatively sucked at it. “Slot A,” he said. He stroked his dick slowly. “Tab B. You know what feels good when it’s done to you. Just go for it.”
Dean bent forward and took the head of Sam’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and then went down on Sam, sucking as much of his long, thick dick into his mouth as he could manage and making sure to get as much saliva on the condom as possible.
“Okay,” Sam said, his voice strained. He pulled at Dean’s head and when Dean raised it he handed him the lube. “Use a lot,” he advised.
When Dean finished lubing him up, Sam arranged the pillows on the bed and ordered Dean to lie face down on top of them, so that his chest was down on the mattress and his ass was raised in the air.
“Spread your legs,” Sam told him, his cock twitching when Dean obeyed.
“Okay. I’m gonna take the plug out now. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
Sam gripped the base of the plug and pulled, pleased when Dean relaxed and let him have it.
“That’s good.”
Sam squirted lube onto his fingers and immediately pushed two up inside the older man.
“Oh fuck!” Dean groaned as Sam’s experienced fingers quickly found his prostate. Sam thrust his fingers in and out, scissoring them occasionally and unerringly finding Dean’s sensitive nub with every other thrust. When Dean started to hump the pillows, Sam decided to move things along. He wiped his fingers on a wet wipe and then positioned his cock at Dean’s entrance.
“You ready?” he asked.
Dean groaned. “Just fuck me already!”
Sam held Dean’s hip with one hand and his own dick with the other. He pushed in slowly, feeding his cock into Dean’s hole inch by careful inch.
“Not gonna break, Sammy,” Dean rasped, and Sam took him at his word, thrusting himself balls deep into the older man’s ass. Sam’s cock was much longer than either the plug or his fingers and Dean cried out when parts of his ass that had never been touched before were roughly breached. Sam stilled immediately.
“Shit! That hurt, Sam. I don’t think I can-”
“Yes you can,” Sam said. He lay down on top of Dean and began to nuzzle at his neck, licking and kissing and biting gently. “You can take this, Dean. You will take it. And you know what? You’re gonna enjoy it too.”
When Dean relaxed again Sam began to gently move his hips. He shoved a hand beneath Dean and found his cock, which had wilted a little at the rough intrusion, and began to stroke it firmly. Dean responded immediately, springing back to fully erect in only a few short tugs and then plunging himself down into Sam’s hand, before rocking back hard onto his cock. Sam started to thrust in earnest and Dean began gasping and pleading, begging Sam to fuck him harder and Sam was only too happy to comply. He pounded Dean’s ass with fast, firm strokes, making sure that he hit the hunter’s prostate with every thrust. Dean was soon a sweaty, swearing, babbling mess and Sam knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. “You gonna come for me, Dean?” he panted, and Dean moaned and thrust hard into Sam’s hand, his ass clenching down ruthlessly on Sam’s cock. Sam came with a yell in the same instant that Dean spilled all over his hand and down onto the top pillow.
For a moment they lay together in a sweaty, heart-pounding heap, the silence punctuated only by their harsh breathing.
“Oh. My. God,” Dean finally groaned, “That was…fucking awesome,” he took a deep, ragged breath and then shoved an elbow into Sam’s ribs. “Get off me, Sammy. You’re heavy. And I’m lying in the wet spot.”
Sam chuckled. “Easy, tiger,” he said, and pulled out carefully.
“Ow,” Dean winced.
Sam patted his ass. “You’ll live.”
Dean threw the soiled pillow down onto the floor.
“Got a couple pillows in the Impala,” he said, “think I’m gonna be bringing those into motels from now on.”
“Good idea,” Sam tied off the condom and threw it into the waste paper basket. “You really don’t wanna know some of the shit that goes on in cheap motel rooms like this.”
Dean gathered his clothes.
“Gonna-” he gestured at the bathroom door, and at Sam’s nod he made his way over, shutting the door behind him.
Sam wiped himself down with a handful of wet wipes, redressed and tidied up the room. He was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard when a washed and dressed Dean returned. Sam patted the bed next to him and was relieved when Dean came and sat down; their shoulders and thighs flush against each other.
“You okay?” Sam asked gently.
Dean nodded. “Yeah. My ass is sore,” he grimaced, “I guess that’s par for the course, right? Also…I kinda feel like I’ve still got something in me. And sitting on my ass is making me feel kinda horny again.”
“You’ve got that freshly fucked, stretched open feeling,” Sam said, “Feels kinda good doesn’t it?”
“Doesn’t suck, I guess. I’m not saying I’d be up for a second round tonight but…I’m definitely re-thinkin’ that ‘mostly straight’ label. Cuz when I come so hard I nearly black out, that’s definitely something I’m gonna want to do again.”
“Yeah?” Sam dropped a kiss on the top of Dean’s head.
Dean shrugged him off. “Not a girl, Sammy,” he reached for the TV remote, “You wanna stick around for a while? Watch TV?”
“Sure. So, uh, are you gonna want us to hook up again or do you think you’re ready for the ritual now?”
Dean flicked the television on and channel surfed until he found an episode of Ghost Hunters. “Dude,” he said, “this is hilarious. These guys have no idea what they’re doing!”
“Dean?”
Dean sighed. “Do you want us to be done? Cuz…tonight was fun and I wouldn’t mind, uh, practicing a few more times. But only if you want to. From here on, we’re just two guys.”
Sam couldn’t help planting another kiss on Dean’s head. “I’d like that. What about the ritual, though? Are you feeling…better prepared for that, now?”
Dean turned and looked at him with an expression that was old, knowing and sad. “I basically have to hand myself over to be raped,” he said softly, “Is anyone ever really ready for that?”
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April 18th 2002
Sam looked tired. Tired and drawn and worried. And he was late.
“Are you okay, man?” Dean asked, his eyes and mouth tightening with concern.
“Yeah,” Sam attempted a smile. “Just…haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Get you a beer?”
“Thanks.”
Dean lowered himself carefully onto a chair and he saw Sam’s eyes flare with understanding.
“You’re wearing a plug?”
Dean groaned. “Oh man, don’t tell me you were actually kidding? Goddamn it, Sam!”
Sam grinned. “I wasn’t kidding. I just didn’t expect you to actually do it. Which one is it?”
Dean raised an eyebrow and gave Sam a very dirty look.
Sam gasped. “No shit? You’re wearing the biggest one?”
“That’s the one you told me to wear, Sammy!” Dean glared.
“It’s Sam.”
“Whatever. Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Sam grinned and then burst out laughing.
“Oh man. I’m hella impressed,” he bit on his bottom lip. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Dean scowled. “For that, I’m not even gonna wash ‘em before I give ‘em back!”
“Eww!”
Sam tipped his head back and took a long pull on his beer. Dean watched as Sam swallowed, the younger man’s throat muscles rippling in a way that went straight to Dean’s cock. Thanks to the damn butt plug and its never-ending pressure on his prostate, Dean had been hard for hours. He hadn’t been sure when Sam was going to turn up. Sure, they’d agreed on eight o’clock, but then they’d agreed that he’d come at eight o’clock on Tuesday night too and Sam had turned up at six. So Dean had put the plug in at five and now-three and a half hours later-he was just about gagging for it. And he didn’t even really care what ‘it’ was, so long as he got to come.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was small, tentative, and he looked…wounded? Fragile?
“What?” Dean was instantly on alert.
“Please don’t call me Sammy, okay? It’s…it’s my working name and…I don’t want to feel like…I’m not imagining this, am I? We are actually friends, aren’t we?”
Dean scooted his chair forward a little so that his knees were brushing against Sam’s. He leaned forwards and fixed his eyes on Sam, his expression serious. “Yeah, we’re friends. And I don’t think of you as a hooker. We all do what we gotta do to survive, and I know that better than most people. But here’s the thing,” Dean held Sam’s eyes, “You remember me mentioning that I used to have a little brother?”
Sam nodded.
“He’d’ve been your age now… I was four when we lost him and my mom.”
Dean paused and swallowed visibly.
“I’m sorry, Dean. That’s…that’s just…”
“Yeah. His name…my baby brother…he was called Timmy. Timothy obviously. And I bet when he got older…if he’d had a chance to get older…he would’ve insisted on me calling him Tim. And I’d’ve kept right on calling him Timmy anyway cuz that’s an older brother’s prerogative, right?”
Sam tilted his head. “What are you saying? That you think of me as a little brother?”
Dean pulled a face. “Kind of? Which I gotta admit is pretty kinky considering I want you to fuck me. I guess what I’m saying is, if a ‘Sammy’ or two slips out here and there, it’s not because I think you’re a whore. Far from it. Okay?”
Sam’s forehead was creased and his lips were pursed.
“You want me to fuck you?” he said softly.
Dean looked at him steadily. “I’ve had this damn plug in me for over three hours. If I don’t get some action soon, I’m gonna explode!”
Sam nodded. “So it could be anyone? You just wanna get fucked. You don’t want me to fuck you?”
Dean stood up so quickly that he knocked his chair over.
“The plug was your goddamn idea, Sammy!” he hissed, “You wanted me horny as fuck…well congratulations; you got me horny as fuck! Now how about you quit being a girl about this because I wouldn’t’ve put this fucking thing in for anyone except you, but I do not do chick flick moments, got it?”
“Got it. Sorry,” Sam hesitated a moment, “You’re not worried about what the Faerie king said? About my blood being tainted? Cuz I promise you I’m clean. I even went to the clinic on Monday and got all the standard tests done again. The HIV one isn’t back yet, obviously, but-”
Dean’s agitation fled in the face of Sam’s obvious concern and his need to soothe and protect the younger man surfaced in its place. He hadn’t given the Faerie king’s foreboding comments about Sam a lot of thought-he’d had enough of his own worries on his mind-but Gwyn Ap Nudd’s allegations that Sam’s blood was somehow tainted had clearly caused the former street hustler some stress.
“I don’t think that’s what he meant,” Dean said slowly, “I think…he just meant that your whole life had…damaged you…tainted you as far as being suitable for this ritual was concerned. You know? Too much bad shit happened to you too soon?”
Sam snorted. “Yeah, well that’s true.”
“S-so…” Dean rocked back on his heels, causing the plug to jolt and sending surprising little shocks of pleasure racing through his body. It reminded him just how badly he needed to get laid and an anxious feeling swept over him. “Are we gonna play, or…or what?”
Sam stood up, invading Dean’s space immediately and Dean swallowed. God he loved the fact that he had to look up at the younger man.
Sam leaned forwards and kissed him, rough and possessive, his tongue demanding entrance as his hands held Dean immobile. Dean just melted; couldn’t hand himself over to Sam quickly enough.
Sam pulled back from the kiss and Dean absolutely did not whimper.
“I can’t help noticing,” Sam said, “that you’ve got a little bit of a submissive streak.”
“I do not,” Dean said reflexively.
Sam’s eyes darkened. “Yeah,” he said, “You do.”
He kissed him again and began to walk him backwards, until the back of Dean’s legs hit the edge of the bed. Sam pulled away from the kiss then, and pushed him down onto the bed.
“Scoot up,” he ordered, and Dean scrambled back towards the headboard.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Dean complied without a word and watched with lust-blown eyes as Sam crawled in between his legs and then leaned over him, pinning his arms to the mattress.
“I noticed last time-” holy fuck; had Sam’s voice always been this deep and gravelly? “-that you got really turned on by me holding you down.” Sam leaned down and kissed him again, lips hard and unyielding, and Dean tried to resist, just to prove that he could, and then he parted his lips and welcomed him into his mouth because he needed Sammy’s tongue fucking into him like he needed air to breathe. The hot, wet muscle stabbed and licked and claimed him thoroughly and Dean just gave himself up to it. When Sam finally pulled back, Dean’s lips felt wet and bruised; he loved it.
“And just now,” Sam continued, in the same deep rasping voice that was going straight to Dean’s groin, “you did exactly what I told you to, no questions asked. You, Dean Winchester,” Sam’s eyes sparkled wickedly, “have a submissive streak a mile wide,” Dean opened his mouth to protest and Sam’s expression became severe. “And if you argue with me about this, I’m gonna turn you over and spank your ass.”
Okay, that should’t’ve gone to his dick like it did. What the fuck?
Sam lowered his head and kissed him gently. “This is a good thing,” he whispered, “seeing as how you have to give yourself to the Faerie king whether you want to or not. If you can get into a submissive mind frame, it’ll be easier for you.”
He kissed Dean again. “So we’re gonna play with this. From here on in, I expect complete obedience from you. You don’t question me, you don’t argue, you just do as you’re told and you accept everything I choose to do to you. Disobey me, and you’ll be punished. If, at any time, I go too far and you start to feel uncomfortable, you say ‘red’. I won’t stop for anything else. ‘Stop’, ‘No’, ‘I can’t’, ‘Don’t’, ‘Please’ - these all just became meaningless words. But if you say ‘red’ I’ll stop immediately, okay?”
“You’re giving me a safe word?” Dean croaked.
Sam nodded.
“Fuck,” Dean cleared his throat. “Maybe you were right. I’m so turned on right now I can’t think straight.”
Sam kissed him softly again. “You don’t have to think,” he said. “You just have to feel and obey.”
-X-
Sam looked down at Dean, spread wantonly beneath him. His lips were swollen, red and spit-slicked, his hair was adorably tousled and his eyes were so lust-blown you could barely tell that they were green. It took all of Sam’s strength not to just flip Dean over, yank his jeans off and plow into him. He took a steadying breath and then shunted off the end of the bed and picked up the chair that Dean had knocked over earlier, angling it so that it faced toward Dean.
“Strip for me,” he ordered the older man.
Dean frowned, his expression one of utter confusion. He opened his mouth and then apparently remembered the rules, because he shut it and sat up. He looked at Sam uncertainly and then lowered his eyes and grasped the hem of his tee-shirt. He pulled it off quickly and threw it down beside him, his breathing ragged and his face and neck flushed.
“Look at me, Dean.”
For a moment Dean sat utterly still and Sam was worried that he wasn’t going to obey. And then his eyes fluttered up from beneath his lashes and fixed on Sam’s face.
Sam smiled at him. “You can do better than that. Make it look good.”
Sam watched again as a parade of emotions crossed Dean’s face. A very large part of him clearly wanted to tell Sam to fuck off. He was embarrassed by this, while being turned on at the same time; but the way he looked to Sam for reassurance told Sam that Dean wanted to please him. So he nodded encouragingly and Dean suddenly relaxed. He kneeled up high on the bed and then, with a grin that was downright evil, he ran his tongue seductively across his top lip, while letting his hands wander down his chest, tantalizingly slowly, towards his hips. He dipped the fingers of one hand beneath the waist band of his jeans and pumped his hand slowly up and down while dropping the other hand to cup his balls through the denim of his jeans.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. When he’d packed his bag to come out this evening, he had packed a bottle of Viagra; the working boy’s friend. The lousy night’s sleep he’d had, coupled with his worry over Brady had left him feeling anything but horny and he’d been worried that if tonight turned out to be the night that he and Dean had sex, he might not be able to perform. He needn’t have worried. The moment he’d kissed Dean his dick had started to stir and now, watching Dean put on a show for him, he was as hard as a diamond. Dean certainly wasn’t unaware of his assets and if the hunter was ever hard up for cash, Sam thought he could make some decent money as a stripper. He also thought that if he could find a way to bottle Dean Winchester then he could put the makers of Viagra out of business.
Dean tipped his head back and bit down on his bottom lip. Ever so slowly he began to swivel his hips and then he dragged both of his hands slowly to his zipper and undid his jeans in a sensual, leisurely manner. Dean lowered his jeans slowly, revealing first his stomach and hips and then his cock, which sprang up against his stomach as soon as it was no longer restrained. Sam’s breath caught when he realized that the older man wasn’t wearing any underwear. Dean worked his jeans down to his knees and then rolled onto his back and kicked them off with a flourish, before rolling onto his hands and knees and wiggling his ass at Sam seductively. The base of the black butt plug was flush against his ass and the sight of Dean-prepped, plugged and teasing-was shredding Sam’s self-control. He moaned softly and palmed his cock. Dean chuckled and looked back at him with a cheeky grin and Sam knew that he had to regain control fast.
“Lie down on your forearms,” he instructed, “and put your forehead on the bed.”
Dean lost his grin and his eyes tightened. “I…no, Sam…I…”
Sam was on his feet and by Dean’s side before he could get any further.
“It’s okay, Dean,” he soothed, stroking gently over his back, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” He ran a hand down over Dean’s ass. “You look so incredibly hot like this.” He flicked at the plug, provoking a gasp from Dean. “I want your ass in the air while I get undressed because it’s such a sexy view, I’m not gonna take you by surprise, I swear. Okay?”
“I…okay.”
“Then let’s go.”
Dean pouted. “Why can’t I watch you strip?”
Sam smacked his ass, chuckling at Dean’s undignified squawk and then rubbing at the pink handprint that appeared.
“I don’t like having to repeat myself,” he said tersely.
Dean sighed and got into position. Sam grinned and stripped his clothes off quickly before delving into his bag and retrieving a condom, a bottle of lube and a travel pack of wet wipes. He gave the box of latex gloves he’d packed a cursory glance but decided to forgo them. Dean wasn’t some trick he’d picked up off the street-well, okay, technically he was, but unlike most street johns, who had questionable hygiene standards, Dean had been freshly showered for each of their meetings and Sam wanted as much skin on skin contact as he could manage. Sam returned to stand behind Dean and ran a hand over his ass again, stroking and massaging and tapping at the plug. Below him, Dean moaned into the mattress and wriggled frantically.
“Turn around,” Sam instructed.
When Dean complied, Sam handed him the condom. “Put it on me.”
Dean took the condom from him and then looked at him with a frown. He rubbed at the back of his neck and then opened the packet with a shrug and rolled the condom down onto Sam’s cock, before looking back up at him.
Sam nodded. “Good. Now…get me nice and wet.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “With the condom on?”
“It’s chocolate flavor. Go on, you’ll be fine.”
“I’ve never…sorry, I’m not…I’m just…not sure…”
Sam leaned down and kissed Dean until he relaxed.
“It’s not rocket science, remember?” he whispered. He ran a finger around Dean’s lips, dipping a finger inside his mouth and moaning softly when Dean tentatively sucked at it. “Slot A,” he said. He stroked his dick slowly. “Tab B. You know what feels good when it’s done to you. Just go for it.”
Dean bent forward and took the head of Sam’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and then went down on Sam, sucking as much of his long, thick dick into his mouth as he could manage and making sure to get as much saliva on the condom as possible.
“Okay,” Sam said, his voice strained. He pulled at Dean’s head and when Dean raised it he handed him the lube. “Use a lot,” he advised.
When Dean finished lubing him up, Sam arranged the pillows on the bed and ordered Dean to lie face down on top of them, so that his chest was down on the mattress and his ass was raised in the air.
“Spread your legs,” Sam told him, his cock twitching when Dean obeyed.
“Okay. I’m gonna take the plug out now. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
Sam gripped the base of the plug and pulled, pleased when Dean relaxed and let him have it.
“That’s good.”
Sam squirted lube onto his fingers and immediately pushed two up inside the older man.
“Oh fuck!” Dean groaned as Sam’s experienced fingers quickly found his prostate. Sam thrust his fingers in and out, scissoring them occasionally and unerringly finding Dean’s sensitive nub with every other thrust. When Dean started to hump the pillows, Sam decided to move things along. He wiped his fingers on a wet wipe and then positioned his cock at Dean’s entrance.
“You ready?” he asked.
Dean groaned. “Just fuck me already!”
Sam held Dean’s hip with one hand and his own dick with the other. He pushed in slowly, feeding his cock into Dean’s hole inch by careful inch.
“Not gonna break, Sammy,” Dean rasped, and Sam took him at his word, thrusting himself balls deep into the older man’s ass. Sam’s cock was much longer than either the plug or his fingers and Dean cried out when parts of his ass that had never been touched before were roughly breached. Sam stilled immediately.
“Shit! That hurt, Sam. I don’t think I can-”
“Yes you can,” Sam said. He lay down on top of Dean and began to nuzzle at his neck, licking and kissing and biting gently. “You can take this, Dean. You will take it. And you know what? You’re gonna enjoy it too.”
When Dean relaxed again Sam began to gently move his hips. He shoved a hand beneath Dean and found his cock, which had wilted a little at the rough intrusion, and began to stroke it firmly. Dean responded immediately, springing back to fully erect in only a few short tugs and then plunging himself down into Sam’s hand, before rocking back hard onto his cock. Sam started to thrust in earnest and Dean began gasping and pleading, begging Sam to fuck him harder and Sam was only too happy to comply. He pounded Dean’s ass with fast, firm strokes, making sure that he hit the hunter’s prostate with every thrust. Dean was soon a sweaty, swearing, babbling mess and Sam knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. “You gonna come for me, Dean?” he panted, and Dean moaned and thrust hard into Sam’s hand, his ass clenching down ruthlessly on Sam’s cock. Sam came with a yell in the same instant that Dean spilled all over his hand and down onto the top pillow.
For a moment they lay together in a sweaty, heart-pounding heap, the silence punctuated only by their harsh breathing.
“Oh. My. God,” Dean finally groaned, “That was…fucking awesome,” he took a deep, ragged breath and then shoved an elbow into Sam’s ribs. “Get off me, Sammy. You’re heavy. And I’m lying in the wet spot.”
Sam chuckled. “Easy, tiger,” he said, and pulled out carefully.
“Ow,” Dean winced.
Sam patted his ass. “You’ll live.”
Dean threw the soiled pillow down onto the floor.
“Got a couple pillows in the Impala,” he said, “think I’m gonna be bringing those into motels from now on.”
“Good idea,” Sam tied off the condom and threw it into the waste paper basket. “You really don’t wanna know some of the shit that goes on in cheap motel rooms like this.”
Dean gathered his clothes.
“Gonna-” he gestured at the bathroom door, and at Sam’s nod he made his way over, shutting the door behind him.
Sam wiped himself down with a handful of wet wipes, redressed and tidied up the room. He was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard when a washed and dressed Dean returned. Sam patted the bed next to him and was relieved when Dean came and sat down; their shoulders and thighs flush against each other.
“You okay?” Sam asked gently.
Dean nodded. “Yeah. My ass is sore,” he grimaced, “I guess that’s par for the course, right? Also…I kinda feel like I’ve still got something in me. And sitting on my ass is making me feel kinda horny again.”
“You’ve got that freshly fucked, stretched open feeling,” Sam said, “Feels kinda good doesn’t it?”
“Doesn’t suck, I guess. I’m not saying I’d be up for a second round tonight but…I’m definitely re-thinkin’ that ‘mostly straight’ label. Cuz when I come so hard I nearly black out, that’s definitely something I’m gonna want to do again.”
“Yeah?” Sam dropped a kiss on the top of Dean’s head.
Dean shrugged him off. “Not a girl, Sammy,” he reached for the TV remote, “You wanna stick around for a while? Watch TV?”
“Sure. So, uh, are you gonna want us to hook up again or do you think you’re ready for the ritual now?”
Dean flicked the television on and channel surfed until he found an episode of Ghost Hunters. “Dude,” he said, “this is hilarious. These guys have no idea what they’re doing!”
“Dean?”
Dean sighed. “Do you want us to be done? Cuz…tonight was fun and I wouldn’t mind, uh, practicing a few more times. But only if you want to. From here on, we’re just two guys.”
Sam couldn’t help planting another kiss on Dean’s head. “I’d like that. What about the ritual, though? Are you feeling…better prepared for that, now?”
Dean turned and looked at him with an expression that was old, knowing and sad. “I basically have to hand myself over to be raped,” he said softly, “Is anyone ever really ready for that?”
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