Because You're My Brother [Sam/Dean]
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hysteriaTitle: Because You’re My Brother
Author:
hysteriaRating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1,664
Warnings: Underage, First Time, Incest, Angst, Hurt!Dean, Un-Beta'd
Summary: Dean wants Sam to be his first, Sam‘s not so sure. (AU young!Dean, older!Sam) Written for the supernatural kink meme.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
“These guys at school,” Dean answers as if it’s normal.
“Guys at school asked if you had ever had sex with a guy?”
“Yeah, and I said no. One of them said it hurt, and you should trust the person you’re with so--”
“You decided to ask me?”
“Of course.”
“I’m your brother, Dean.”
“Exactly, I trust you more than anyone.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my brother.” he says, smile never leaving his face.
“But that’s the exact reason why we shouldn’t,” Sam deadpanned “besides the fact that it’s wrong you’re 16 Dean.”
“You were having sex at 16 though!”
“With girls,” and suddenly Sam feels sick, he didn’t mean it like that “Dean--”
“Fine.” Dean hisses, fists clenched “I’ll go be gay somewhere else.” He’s grabbed his jacket and is out the door before Sam can stop him, the urge to follow him quells when he realizes he won’t go far-- it’s raining. So he waits, running over various scenarios in his head of how he’ll apologize and make it up to Dean, without actually having to fuck him. He’s fallen asleep in the chair before he knows it and by the time he realizes what he’s done the sun is already down and it’s stopped raining. It’s been four hours, and Dean’s not back.
He’s freaking out and doesn’t know if he should call Dad, who isn’t supposed to be home for another week, or go look for him but he’s not even sure where to start, all he can think of is how this is all his fault, if he could only think before he opened his big mouth. He practically runs out the door to the Impala, no shoes, no gun, no keys by the time he realizes they’re no in his pocket he sees a big black lump in the back seat. Or, a big lump covered by a black leather jacket-- with spikey hair sticking out one end, and boots the other, Dean.
He taps on he window and watches as Dean stirs before finally leaning up to open the door, “What d’ya want now?”
“I thought you were gone and,” Sam’s having to catch his breath to keep from crying, from sobbing “I didn’t know where you were.”
“Yeah you did,” and Dean’s chin is leaning into the light, bruise visible and angry “I knocked twice, you told me to go away.”
“I didn’t-- I was sleeping.” he feels guilt well in his stomach again, he doesn’t even remember Dean knocking.
“Yeah,” he says “whatever, I’m going back to sleep.”
“Come inside.” he doesn’t want to sound desperate, but he can’t help the way his voice cracks.
“No.” and Dean leans all the way in the light and Sam catches sight of the split lip, the black eye.
“What happened?” forgetting the fact that he’s in socks on the wet pavement, and that they’re pretty much defenseless out here like this.
“Nothing.” he winces as he tries to push himself back in the car, Sam’s hand reaches out and grabs his arm before he can react, hauling him to his feet. In full view Sam can see all of the cuts on his neck, hickey marks, ripped buttons on his shirt-- he shoves at Sam but he doesn’t move, even budge, so he just breaks “Let me go, Sam.” it’s more of a sob than anything, “Just wanna go back to sleep.”
Sam’s grip loosens and he asks again, “Please come inside?” this time Dean just nods and follows him in, not pushing for Sam to let go anymore. By the time they’re inside and Sam’s got Dean sitting on the bed he asks one more time, “What happened?”
“They,” Dean looks down again, away from Sam “the guys wanted to meet for beers, since we had fake i.d.’s and stuff.” Sam has to resist the urge to remind him he’s 16 and just nods for him to continue “There was a guy there, he kinda looked like you-- all the guys said he was really nice, used to go to our school.”
“He raped you?” it comes out harsher than he wanted, and he clamps his mouth shut to keep himself from yelling.
“No, I ran.” Dean says quickly, “We kissed and he was kinda rough-- so I said I wanted to go, so we got into a little brawl…”
Dean’s looking down at Sam’s hand, knuckles turning white “You should see the other guy,” Dean laughs “looks like he got his by a bus.”
“You look like you got hit by a bus.” Sam corrects him, voice wavering again.
“Feel fine.” Dean answers, moving to his feet “Just want a shower.” he says grinning, as if nothing happened at all tonight.
Sam catches his wrist, “Why’d you go with him?” he’s not sure he wants to know, but he needs to.
“He reminded me of you.” Dean says, and it sounds like he’s been holding his breath, still shaky and quick.
Dean’s being pulled into Sam’s lap before he realizes what’s going on, his brother lips pressing against his, hands running under in the inside of his shirt. He feels Sam’s tongue run across his lips and parts them in surprise, letting Sam lead the kiss, teeth scraping against his bottom lip. “M’Sorry,” Sam mumbles pulling back “love you so much Dean.”
Dean’s moving to wrap his legs around Sam’s waist and just nods, “I love you to Sammy.” and he grinds his hips back down against Sam’s arching his neck into Sam’s teeth. “Love you too much.”
Sam’s already ripped the rest of the button off Dean’s shirt, helping him lift it over his head. “So pretty Dean,” he groans running his tongue down Dean’s skin “perfect.” Dean’s pulled Sam’s shirt off and is working at his buckle when Sam pushes his hands away, pushing Dean off onto the bed and pulling his own pants off before working on Dean’s.
“Lube in the pocket,” Dean whispers before Sam tosses his jeans, and Sam doesn’t know whether to smile and yell at him for it but settles for kissing him again, letting Dean slip his tongue in first, working his hand against his cock. He breaks off and gasps, “Sam” before looking back up at him eyes bright and shining “want you to,” he says “want you to be my first.”
Dean’s sucking at Sam’s neck while he’s coating his fingers in lube, running them around the outside of Dean “Sam,” he grins when he hears him gasp “just do it already.” he’s got both fingers in to the second knuckle before he hears Dean moan. Pulling them in and out, watching Dean’s mouth fall open when he crooks them in and deeper. “More Sam,” and Sam can’t help but oblige, rubbing his third against the swollen edges “please.”
He’s working all three of them in as deep as they can go, Dean’s hip shifting down against his fingers, Dean’s fingers alternating between clawing at Sam’s back and the sheets. “Fuck me,” Dean groans, “Please, please now. I’m open, promise, promise.” he keeps on mumbling while Sam spreads his fingers a few more times, not completely sure he’s really open enough.
Dean cries out when Sam pulls his fingers out, and he thinks it’s the best noise he’s ever heard. He’s already got his cock slicked up by the time Dean opens his eyes and looks up at him, lips puffy and red. He thrusts his hips forward watching the way Dean’s eyes snap closed again, and his mouth gapes open-- then looking down at the way Dean’s opening for him, stretching around his dick-- resembling his red puffy lips.
He’s half way in when he stops, moving himself down to his elbows to kiss Dean’s chin, when he makes it to his mouth Dean turns his head away and Sam bites at his neck, whispering encouragement in his ear. “Feel so good Dean, so tight” he groans, “you’re doing so good, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” Dean grunts and Sam can’t help but laugh, his eyes widen when he feels Dean scoot down the bed, pushing more of Sam inside of him “keep going, I want more.”
Sam shoves in all the way to the hilt and Dean arches up off the bed, scratching at his back “You can take it Dean,” he soothes him “know you can.” By the time Dean’s adjusted to him, Sam’s practically slamming into him, Dean’s hips meeting his every thrust.
“Sam,” hands digging into his shoulders “I’m gonna come Sam.” Sam lets his hand sleep down to grab Dean’s cock, it only takes a few pulls and he’s shooting come all over both of their stomachs, and Sam’s hand. Sam grins down at him and pull him up into a sitting position, pushing his legs back around Sam’s waist.
“Almost there baby boy.” Dean doesn’t say anything when he says it this time, just shoves his lips against Sam’s, before pulling back and bouncing himself on Sam’s lap clenching down hard around his cock. “Fuck, Dean.” he grips Dean’s hips hard and holding him still while he lets himself go inside of him, burying his face in Dean’s neck. Dean moves his hips in a circular motion until he hears Sam groan and remove his hands, letting him fall back down against the bed, Sam’s cock slipping from inside of him. “Dean,” he says again “fuck.”
He’s still got his eyes shut but he grins up at his big brother, “Fucking right.” He lies back down beside Dean, yanking at the covers beneath them until he gets them over the both of them, pulling Dean up against him.
Dean’s almost asleep when he asks, “Who did it?”
“What?”
“They guy at the bar.”
“What about him?” he grunts shifting closer to his brother.
“What was his name?”
“Why?”
“So I can kick his ass.” Sam says matter-of-factly.
“Why?” Dean asks again, voice quieter than before.
“Because you’re my brother.”
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Date: 2009-05-19 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-19 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 04:57 pm (UTC)The thing is that I had such a clear vision of how giant Sam is right now. Such an alpha male. And then I pictured a younger Jensen from way back when (we've all seen pictures lol) and holy shit was it hot.
Especially with how pushy Dean was. Fuck, young!Dean is so pretty telling manly Sam to give him more and to think of how large Sam is in comparison to a younger Dean? Slamming into him? Jesus.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:00 pm (UTC)Right? I just can't get past giant!Sam/Jared he's meant to be older...and always top.
thanks!