Weak Spots [Sam/Adam]
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hysteriaTitle: Weak Spots
Author:hysteria
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Adam
Word Count: 1,526
Warnings: Angst, Incest [sort of], Manipulation, Blood!Play
Summary: There are creatures out there, things that will do anything to get what they want. Written for the supernatural kink meme.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
“They’ll look for weak spots,” he stretches his arm out and places his hand on Adam’s knee “things you can’t always be there to protect, people who aren’t always with you: girlfriends, best friends, teachers. They‘ll sneak up behind you, before you even know that they‘re there.”
“What about family?” he asks, “They go after them too right?”
“Family is all you have. The only thing you can count on, so you keep them close, and you keep them safe.”
“Like you and Dean?”
“Well,” Sam just nods “we stay together and watch each others backs, it’s how it works.”
“He doesn’t seem that interested in fighting.”
“Dean’s just going through something right now,” Sam’s cracking his knuckles and fidgeting on Adam’s knee “he went away for awhile, he’s getting better though.”
“He probably hates me though,” he smiles “looked like he didn’t want me taking up your time.” and Sam thinks he means their time together but doesn’t say anything, just smiles back “No.”
“Of course not, he just wants you to be safe.” he sighs, “Dean’s gotten weaker, he doesn’t understand things how they are right now, he’s gonna come around though.”
“What if he doesn’t come around before it’s too late, before one of you gets hurt and he hesitates?”
“He will.” Sam says, and he can’t even bring himself to buy it.
“But if he doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll pick up the slack.”
“You shouldn’t have to, you know.” Adam mumbles, his hand moving on top of Sam’s “Dean should be helping you, not brining you down.”
“I know, but--”
“But wait until he crosses the line and you get stuck cleaning up the mess? It’s not fair Sam.”
“He’s my brother,” Sam says “there’s nothing I can do.”
“Let me help.”
“You’re--”
“Just a kid,” he finishes “but I want to help, I can, you just gotta let me.” When Adam kisses him Sam thinks he shouldn’t be surprised, but that doesn’t stop him from wrapping his hand around the back of his little brother’s neck, kissing him back. When they pull apart, Adam’s out of breath and Sam’s aching for more “Please let me help Sam,” he leans in closer and licks at Sam’s lips “I’ll do anything.”
That’s all it takes for Sam to start pulling at Adam’s clothes, pushing his jacket off and his shirt over his head, watching his breath in the cold air. He’s pushed him down to the ground while he’s pulling at his own shirts, lips attached to the newly exposed skin. Adam already has his own pants and boots off when Sam looks back up at him, lips swollen and open, eyes bright and young; just like Dean used to look.
He’s pulling his pants off when he hears Adam speak again, “Sam” and he can feel the shiver through his own body “s’cold.” Sam’s kicking his boots off and smiles, “I’ll make you warm, s’what family is for after all.”
Sam’s tongue is running across Adam’s chest when he feels him start to bite at his neck, and it feels hard enough to draw blood be he doesn’t notice until he sees the blood drop on Adam’s chest. He pulls back to look down at his, the kid’s eyes blown wide, lips smeared with blood. “Sam?” and his voice sounds like he’s just run a marathon, deep and raspy, so when he leans down and kisses him he can feel his surprise through it-- his reluctance. Tongue scraping against Adam’s teeth, tasting his own blood in his brothers mouth, when he pulls back Adam’s trying to lean up for more-- going back towards his neck.
“You want more?” Sam says, and he doesn’t even recognize his own voice “Ask me for it then,” he leans in to kiss him again “beg me.”
“More,” he groans rocking his hips against Sam’s thigh “please Sammy.” that’s all Sam needs to hear and he’s running his fingers through the blood that landed on Adam’s chest, pushing them through his puffy lips “Show me how good you are,” he says grinning “make sure it’s all gone.” When Sam pulls his fingers out there wet and sticky, every trace of blood gone, he knows Adams watching his when he rolls off and lies back “C’mere,” he motions to Adam, putting a hard on his cheek when he moves to his side “you can have some,” and he’s pulled a knife from somewhere out of his discarded clothes pushing it against just above his groin “right here.”
Adam’s mouth is sucking at the cut before Sam’s even got a chance to drop the blade, tongue scrapping against the insides of his flesh “Adam,” he doesn’t pull back until Sam grips at his hair, nearly dragging him off “now.” he grunts, and Sam thinks Adam was made for him because his lips move down to his cock as if he was reading his mind. Rock hard and arching into the way Adam’s licking at the underside of his dick, pulling at the tip. “Fucking perfect” he moans “made for this.” He hears him make a sharp sound and shudder, he doesn’t look up but he’s sure from the sounds that Adam’s already come, and it makes Sam even harder.
His body is straining for friction, and blood wells to the top of his cut again, rolling down his hips. When he feels Adam’s hand run through it he moans again, small handing wrapping around the bases of his cock, working the blood around it. It’s when he feels Adam move his hand and wrap his lips around his cock that he really felt himself start to tense, thrusting upwards until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat, relishing the way Adam made noises of discomfort around him but kept moving. “Gonna come,” Sam grunt “swallow it.” Sam’s wrapping his fingers in Adam’s long hair and holding him down until he’s finished, watching the way his throat works around him. He lets him move off his cock when the tremors have stopped, Adam’s mouth moving off with a wet ‘pop’.
Sam puts his hand back on his neck and pulls him into a sloppy kiss, tongue rolling across the insides of Adam’s mouth until he’s clean. “Thank you,” Sam says, and it sounds like a prayer “thank you.”
Adam's rubbing his hand against Sam's cock again, “But you’re--” he looks down at Adam, who’s already soft, come drying on his stomach.
“Want you to fuck me,” he says “please, need you to Sammy.” he runs his hand across Sam’s cock, feeling it twitch and start to fill with blood again “I know you can go again Sam, you’re so strong, you taste like you must be.” Sam’s not sure what he means but he can feel himself take interest to Adam’s ministrations, running his own hand across Adam’s dick “Can you get yourself ready for me?” Sam whispers, kissing along his jaw “I’m pretty big.”
“I was,” and he think he sees him blush “sort of hoping for this.” and when Sam’s reaches back he can feel the lube, sliding two fingers in easily, pushing the third in beside “You’re so open,” he groans “so wet.”
He pulls Adam on top of him, reaching down to line himself up; relishing the way Adam’s nails dig into his chest, the way he stretches around him. “All they way down,” he says and when Adam sinks to the hilt “good boy.” He rocks his hips up and Adam’s eyes shut tight, “Feels good right?” he grunts pushing his hips up again.
“So good,” Adam mumbles pushing his hands against Sam’s chest for leverage “full.” He rolls his hips back down and let’s Sam grips his hips tight and set the pace. “Love you,” he says and Sam’s not sure what to say, just looks at Adam’s face, looking at him like he’s all there is and all that matters and smiles. “Love you too Adam,” slamming home again before lifting him up again “so much.”
Adam’s loose and plaint when Sam moves one hand to his cock, pulling until he Adam lets out a yell and comes in his hand and on his stomach “Sam.” he thrust up a few more times before he feels Adam tighten around him, holding him still until he’s rode out his orgasm.
He’s laying on Sam’s chest when he finally starts to move, propping himself up to look at Sam; who still looks dazed “Sam?”
“Yeah?” and he still doesn’t look like he’s come back down yet, staring up at the sky.
“It’s still cold,” he grins “can we at least go to the car.”
Sam finally looks back at him and smiles, “Yeah.” they’re apart while they’re picking up their clothes, not really putting anything back on, just gathering them up. Sam doesn’t notice when Adam slips his phone from his jean pocket, or when he silences the ring and puts it in his own. Because it’d be best if Sam didn’t think Dean wanted to know where he was. “You comin’ or is round three going to be against a tree?” he grins.
“I’m coming,” Adam says “right behind you.”
Author:
hysteriaRating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Adam
Word Count: 1,526
Warnings: Angst, Incest [sort of], Manipulation, Blood!Play
Summary: There are creatures out there, things that will do anything to get what they want. Written for the supernatural kink meme.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
“They’ll look for weak spots,” he stretches his arm out and places his hand on Adam’s knee “things you can’t always be there to protect, people who aren’t always with you: girlfriends, best friends, teachers. They‘ll sneak up behind you, before you even know that they‘re there.”
“What about family?” he asks, “They go after them too right?”
“Family is all you have. The only thing you can count on, so you keep them close, and you keep them safe.”
“Like you and Dean?”
“Well,” Sam just nods “we stay together and watch each others backs, it’s how it works.”
“He doesn’t seem that interested in fighting.”
“Dean’s just going through something right now,” Sam’s cracking his knuckles and fidgeting on Adam’s knee “he went away for awhile, he’s getting better though.”
“He probably hates me though,” he smiles “looked like he didn’t want me taking up your time.” and Sam thinks he means their time together but doesn’t say anything, just smiles back “No.”
“Of course not, he just wants you to be safe.” he sighs, “Dean’s gotten weaker, he doesn’t understand things how they are right now, he’s gonna come around though.”
“What if he doesn’t come around before it’s too late, before one of you gets hurt and he hesitates?”
“He will.” Sam says, and he can’t even bring himself to buy it.
“But if he doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll pick up the slack.”
“You shouldn’t have to, you know.” Adam mumbles, his hand moving on top of Sam’s “Dean should be helping you, not brining you down.”
“I know, but--”
“But wait until he crosses the line and you get stuck cleaning up the mess? It’s not fair Sam.”
“He’s my brother,” Sam says “there’s nothing I can do.”
“Let me help.”
“You’re--”
“Just a kid,” he finishes “but I want to help, I can, you just gotta let me.” When Adam kisses him Sam thinks he shouldn’t be surprised, but that doesn’t stop him from wrapping his hand around the back of his little brother’s neck, kissing him back. When they pull apart, Adam’s out of breath and Sam’s aching for more “Please let me help Sam,” he leans in closer and licks at Sam’s lips “I’ll do anything.”
That’s all it takes for Sam to start pulling at Adam’s clothes, pushing his jacket off and his shirt over his head, watching his breath in the cold air. He’s pushed him down to the ground while he’s pulling at his own shirts, lips attached to the newly exposed skin. Adam already has his own pants and boots off when Sam looks back up at him, lips swollen and open, eyes bright and young; just like Dean used to look.
He’s pulling his pants off when he hears Adam speak again, “Sam” and he can feel the shiver through his own body “s’cold.” Sam’s kicking his boots off and smiles, “I’ll make you warm, s’what family is for after all.”
Sam’s tongue is running across Adam’s chest when he feels him start to bite at his neck, and it feels hard enough to draw blood be he doesn’t notice until he sees the blood drop on Adam’s chest. He pulls back to look down at his, the kid’s eyes blown wide, lips smeared with blood. “Sam?” and his voice sounds like he’s just run a marathon, deep and raspy, so when he leans down and kisses him he can feel his surprise through it-- his reluctance. Tongue scraping against Adam’s teeth, tasting his own blood in his brothers mouth, when he pulls back Adam’s trying to lean up for more-- going back towards his neck.
“You want more?” Sam says, and he doesn’t even recognize his own voice “Ask me for it then,” he leans in to kiss him again “beg me.”
“More,” he groans rocking his hips against Sam’s thigh “please Sammy.” that’s all Sam needs to hear and he’s running his fingers through the blood that landed on Adam’s chest, pushing them through his puffy lips “Show me how good you are,” he says grinning “make sure it’s all gone.” When Sam pulls his fingers out there wet and sticky, every trace of blood gone, he knows Adams watching his when he rolls off and lies back “C’mere,” he motions to Adam, putting a hard on his cheek when he moves to his side “you can have some,” and he’s pulled a knife from somewhere out of his discarded clothes pushing it against just above his groin “right here.”
Adam’s mouth is sucking at the cut before Sam’s even got a chance to drop the blade, tongue scrapping against the insides of his flesh “Adam,” he doesn’t pull back until Sam grips at his hair, nearly dragging him off “now.” he grunts, and Sam thinks Adam was made for him because his lips move down to his cock as if he was reading his mind. Rock hard and arching into the way Adam’s licking at the underside of his dick, pulling at the tip. “Fucking perfect” he moans “made for this.” He hears him make a sharp sound and shudder, he doesn’t look up but he’s sure from the sounds that Adam’s already come, and it makes Sam even harder.
His body is straining for friction, and blood wells to the top of his cut again, rolling down his hips. When he feels Adam’s hand run through it he moans again, small handing wrapping around the bases of his cock, working the blood around it. It’s when he feels Adam move his hand and wrap his lips around his cock that he really felt himself start to tense, thrusting upwards until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat, relishing the way Adam made noises of discomfort around him but kept moving. “Gonna come,” Sam grunt “swallow it.” Sam’s wrapping his fingers in Adam’s long hair and holding him down until he’s finished, watching the way his throat works around him. He lets him move off his cock when the tremors have stopped, Adam’s mouth moving off with a wet ‘pop’.
Sam puts his hand back on his neck and pulls him into a sloppy kiss, tongue rolling across the insides of Adam’s mouth until he’s clean. “Thank you,” Sam says, and it sounds like a prayer “thank you.”
Adam's rubbing his hand against Sam's cock again, “But you’re--” he looks down at Adam, who’s already soft, come drying on his stomach.
“Want you to fuck me,” he says “please, need you to Sammy.” he runs his hand across Sam’s cock, feeling it twitch and start to fill with blood again “I know you can go again Sam, you’re so strong, you taste like you must be.” Sam’s not sure what he means but he can feel himself take interest to Adam’s ministrations, running his own hand across Adam’s dick “Can you get yourself ready for me?” Sam whispers, kissing along his jaw “I’m pretty big.”
“I was,” and he think he sees him blush “sort of hoping for this.” and when Sam’s reaches back he can feel the lube, sliding two fingers in easily, pushing the third in beside “You’re so open,” he groans “so wet.”
He pulls Adam on top of him, reaching down to line himself up; relishing the way Adam’s nails dig into his chest, the way he stretches around him. “All they way down,” he says and when Adam sinks to the hilt “good boy.” He rocks his hips up and Adam’s eyes shut tight, “Feels good right?” he grunts pushing his hips up again.
“So good,” Adam mumbles pushing his hands against Sam’s chest for leverage “full.” He rolls his hips back down and let’s Sam grips his hips tight and set the pace. “Love you,” he says and Sam’s not sure what to say, just looks at Adam’s face, looking at him like he’s all there is and all that matters and smiles. “Love you too Adam,” slamming home again before lifting him up again “so much.”
Adam’s loose and plaint when Sam moves one hand to his cock, pulling until he Adam lets out a yell and comes in his hand and on his stomach “Sam.” he thrust up a few more times before he feels Adam tighten around him, holding him still until he’s rode out his orgasm.
He’s laying on Sam’s chest when he finally starts to move, propping himself up to look at Sam; who still looks dazed “Sam?”
“Yeah?” and he still doesn’t look like he’s come back down yet, staring up at the sky.
“It’s still cold,” he grins “can we at least go to the car.”
Sam finally looks back at him and smiles, “Yeah.” they’re apart while they’re picking up their clothes, not really putting anything back on, just gathering them up. Sam doesn’t notice when Adam slips his phone from his jean pocket, or when he silences the ring and puts it in his own. Because it’d be best if Sam didn’t think Dean wanted to know where he was. “You comin’ or is round three going to be against a tree?” he grins.
“I’m coming,” Adam says “right behind you.”
