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22 April 2013 @ 08:46 pm
Laundry Day (Fic, Sam/Dean, NC-17)  
Title: Laundry Day
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Spoilers: none, takes place pre-series
Warnings: language, incest, explicit sex, underage
Word Count: 3,037
Summary: Written for this prompt at spnkink_meme: So, Dean kind of liked wearing panties, we all know that...but I bet he would have liked Sam wearing them even more. Would love a fill with sixteen year old Sammy wearing panties for Dean, still all skinny and young. Dean fucks him over and over, just pulling them down enough to do it, then pulling them back into place. He loves watching Sam's cock strain against the material and he really loves watching them get damp with his come as it leaks out Sam.

It’s a typical Saturday afternoon: warm breeze rustling the curtains of the latest rent-by-the-week motel, Sam stretched out on the bed studying, no word at all from Dad since Tuesday. Sam barely looks up when Dean slips through the door and shuts it behind him, but he does scoot over to make room for the basket full of clean laundry that Dean dumps onto the mattress beside him.

“I know it’s my turn to fold, but just gimme ten minutes to finish this chapter,” Sam mutters distractedly.

Dean just shrugs as he kicks off his sneakers – no clean socks left this morning – and sits on the edge of the bed, flicking on the tiny television set. A few minutes of silence stretch by as some old sitcom catches Dean’s attention and Sam continues to read his textbook. His gaze snaps up suddenly at the barely-stifled giggle-snort coming from his brother’s direction. He tosses a glance over his shoulder, eyebrow quirked in curiosity. To his surprise, Sam’s holding up a small lace and silk something-or-other, an equally-curious smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Somethin’ you forgot to mention, big brother?” Sam asks evenly.

It’s on the tip of his tongue to spout off some half-cocked story about getting lucky with a chick from the bar last night, but Dean’s suddenly lost for words at the sight of the pink and black fabric draped over Sam’s slender fingers. He licks his sandpaper-dry lips and manages to huff out a quiet chuckle as he shakes his head and gives his brother an obligatory eye-roll.

“They’re not mine,” Dean finally says. “Someone probably just left ‘em in the dryer. You should give ‘em to the front desk.”

“Yeah right,” Sam practically squeaks. “I’m not gonna turn in a pair of panties to the Lost and Found. You do it.”

“I ain’t goin’,” Dean laughs. “Maybe we should just get rid of ‘em,” he adds as he reaches over to grab the panties from Sam’s grasp.

Dean’s hands are most definitely not trembling as he runs his fingertips over the silky-smooth fabric and his brain helpfully throws a handful of vivid memories right at him. He must’ve jerked off at least a half-dozen times the weekend that Rhonda Hurley let him take one of her panties as a keepsake of their last night together. They were red satin and felt amazing as he dragged the material along his stiff shaft and over his balls again and again, driving himself crazy with arousal. Sure she was a bit of a freak, but she was fun, not to mention a great distraction from everything else tumbling around in his head, tormenting him back then.


“Huh?” Dean blinks hard a few times at the sudden realization that Sam’s talking to him.

“I just said it’d be a shame to get rid of ‘em,” Sam says softly as he grabs the underwear back from Dean again.

He gives his big brother a tentative smile before dropping his gaze, his eyes disappearing behind the too-long fringe of his bangs. Sam will probably never realize how unbelievably irresistible that edge of innocence is – that shyness he has no business getting lost in, that uncertainty he wears without even knowing it.

Dean reaches out and nudges Sam’s chin up toward him, sliding his thumb across Sam’s cheekbone to hold his little brother’s face in the cradle of his palm. Before Sam can say anything in response, Dean leans in and kisses him square on the mouth, smiling despite himself at the choked-off sound of surprise that gets caught somewhere between Sam’s throat and his own lips. It’s still so new – this awful-wonderful-fragile thing between them – but deep down inside, Dean hopes that Sam never stops making that sound, the same one he made the first time they ever kissed.

Sam catches up pretty quickly though, eagerly parting his lips to let Dean slide his tongue along and inside them, over his teeth and then twisting with his own tongue over and over again. They’re both breathing a little unevenly by the time Dean pulls away with a soft gasp for air, and when he sweeps his eyes up to Sam’s face, he can’t help but smile at the slightly unfocused, lust-clouded gaze staring back at him.

“Want you to wear ‘em for me,” Dean whispers. “Will you? Won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Before he can think to ask again, Sam’s scrambling to get out of his jeans, kicking his briefs off and stretching out along the length of the bed. Dean shoves the pile of laundry back into the basket – dropping nearly half of it on the floor in the process – and grabs the panties from Sam again, struggling to steady his shaky hands as he reaches down to help his little brother put them on.

Sam at sixteen is as gorgeous as he is oblivious: all long, lean muscles and coltish limbs just a bit too lanky for his frame. He smiles shyly as Dean pulls the underwear up to his thighs, then lifts up obediently as Dean slips them over his hips and all the way on. He’s embarrassed – that much is clear – but not enough to stop his dick from twitching and filling halfway under Dean’s unwavering gaze. Dean is so aroused that he can barely see straight, and he feels his cheeks flush pink when his eyes drop down to his own lap where his cock is obscenely tenting up the front of his shorts.

“God, that’s so hot,” Dean remarks, tugging his lip between his teeth as he reaches out to run his fingers along his brother’s half-hard shaft. He hums softly in appreciation when it fills and stiffens under his touch, the ridge around the crown growing more pronounced as it pushes and strains against the silky material.

“Is it…” Sam trails off. He pauses for a few long moments before continuing on, “Is that ‘cause it reminds you of… y’know,” he half-asks.

Dean’s not quite sure what Sam’s even referring to for a moment, but as soon as it dawns on him, he hurriedly blurts out, “No. Course not. It’s ‘cause… it’s because it’s you,” he whispers. And it’s not a line either, nothing like the cheesy bullshit he used to recite to the flavor of the week just to make sure he got laid on any given night. Dean runs his tongue over his lips again and pauses for just a second before spreading out along the length of the bed beside his brother.

The panties are baby pink with tiny black hearts scattered on them, the light material a stunningly beautiful contrast against Sam’s tanned, creamy-smooth skin. They’re much too small, especially now that Sam’s completely hard and his blood-thick flesh is straining against the fabric where it’s struggling to curve up toward his belly. He’s got a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and his cheeks are still stained pink – whether with arousal or embarrassment – it doesn’t really matter anymore.

“Turn over for me?” Dean half asks.

He drops one hand down to rub soothing circles over the jut of Sam’s exposed hipbone and smiles encouragingly when Sam pushes himself halfway upright before rolling onto his stomach. It’s only then that he notices the back of the panties are made completely of lace. Dean has to bite back a gasp at the sight of his brother’s tight little ass, just barely concealed behind the thin, sheer material. He reaches out to rest his palms against the warm globes of flesh, humming softly in appreciation at the slight ripple and flex of muscle as Sam shifts his hips.

They both flail their arms out toward the nightstand at the same time, each of them laughing softly as Dean’s hand closes around the bottle of lube first. Sam closes his eyes and turns his head, resting his cheek against the folded crux of his arms as he settles down on the pillows. Sam’s not exactly a virgin anymore, but Dean still takes his time, pouring a generous amount of the slippery liquid over his fingers to wet them. He tugs at the delicate elastic, nudging the material under the swell of Sam’s ass and around his thighs with one hand as he slides his fingers along the cleft with the other.

Sam’s tiny, puckered hole pulses and clenches around Dean’s finger, slowly opening up as he slides just the tip of a single, well-lubed digit passed the ring of muscle. It’s so damned tight, but he presses on anyway, sinking in inch-by-inch until his index finger is sheathed knuckle-deep. It’s almost beyond comprehension that they even managed to do this before, that he somehow managed to make it fit, but then again, the human body is capable of some pretty spectacular things.

“Dean?” Sam asks softly, snapping Dean from his thoughts. “What were you thinkin’ ‘bout just then?”

“Hmm? Oh,” Dean chuckles, slightly embarrassed. “Just uh. You know, that time I dislocated my shoulder a couple’a summers ago and you popped it back in for me.”

“You’re so weird,” Sam remarks, glancing over his shoulder with a bemused grin on his face.

“Shhh,” Dean nods. “Just relax. You’re ruining the mood.”

Sam grumbles good-naturedly under his breath but settles back down a moment later, closing his eyes and giving Dean the silent permission to take what’s always been his. Dean continues to take his time, twisting and spreading his fingers inside Sam’s tight channel, slowly coaxing him to relax, to let the tension melt away. By the time he’s got three fingers pumping steadily in and out, Sam’s incoherent beneath him, moaning and squirming and rutting down against the mattress.

Dean carefully draws his fingers out and then hurriedly shoves at his own shorts and boxers, nearly falling off the bed as he kicks them down and off. He flicks the bottle of lube open and pours way too much of it into his palm, but he’s too far gone at this point to care. He grabs a hold of Sam’s hip and urges him to angle his waist upward a bit as he positions himself carefully between Sam’s spread thighs. The lace scratches gently against the sensitive skin on his upper thighs as he blankets Sam’s body with his own, sending a violent tremor of arousal rushing through him.

Still, Dean somehow manages to slide his aching cock along the cleft of Sam’s lube-slicked ass, repeating the motion again – more slowly this time – until he finds his little brother’s opening and pushes in. They both hold their breaths through it – as soon as the head slips passed the rim and all the way until Dean is buried balls-deep inside him. It’s just as amazing as it was the first time – even more-so now with the delicate satin and lace pressed between their heated flesh, clinging to Sam’s hips as Dean fucks into him again and again. Sam doesn’t exactly have much room to move, but he still rocks his hips back against Dean’s as best as he can, meeting him thrust-for-thrust, gasping and moaning almost non-stop as their bodies move together in perfect tandem.

Dean buries his face in the soft, sweat-damp strands of Sam’s hair and inhales deeply. “Feel good, Sammy?” he asks as he nudges his nose into the soft skin behind Sam’s ear. He smiles when all Sam can give is an incoherent moan in response. “C’mon, little brother. Wanna see you,” he urges gently, not giving Sam enough time to respond before he reaches between them and pulls out, then pushes himself up to kneeling. He carefully pulls the underwear back into place before Sam turns himself over, looking absolutely and wonderfully debauched as he grins lazily up at Dean.

“Love it,” Sam murmurs. “Feels so good, Dean.”

Dean hums softly in agreement as his eyes sweep down the length of Sam’s sweat-slicked neck and chest, down to his torso and his flat, toned stomach where just a few wisps of dark hair are starting to thicken under his navel. Sam’s swollen length is still trapped beneath the too-tight fabric, so hard that it’s probably bordering on painful by now. Dean’s hand twitches at his side as he fights hard against the urge to touch, to wrap his hand around the sticky, leaking flesh and give Sam all the pleasure he deserves. When Sam reaches down to hook his fingers under the waistband – intending to take the panties off, no doubt – Dean’s hand instinctively darts out to stop him.

“Leave ‘em on,” Dean half-asks, squeezing gently around Sam’s slender wrist before letting go.

Sam nods and lets his hands drop back down to rest on the bed sheets at his sides as Dean reaches out and easily pulls Sam halfway onto his lap. Sam scrambles upright, pushing himself up to rest his weight on one palm behind him. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually, Sam settles down with his thighs straddling Dean’s lap and his knees pressed to the mattress on either side of his waist. Dean’s wanted a lot of things in his life, but he’s never needed anything quite as much as he needs this – needs Sam – just as much as the air in his lungs and the earth beneath him.

“C’mon Sammy, lift up,” Dean rasps, barely recognizing the sound of his own voice. He grabs a hold of the delicate material between Sam’s legs and tugs it aside, holding it there as he steadies Sam’s hip with his other hand. His eyes flutter shut and he moans softly through the incredible pleasure as Sam sinks down onto his shaft again and his whole body is engulfed in the wet, satin-soft heat once more.

Dean forces his eyes open and bites back a groan when his gaze falls between their sweaty stomachs. There’s a slick spot of moisture darkening the fabric, right under the waist where the swollen tip of Sam’s cock is leaking pre-come almost nonstop. He squeezes gently around Sam’s stiff shaft, feeling the warmth of his little brother’s blood throbbing hard under his skin, even through the layer of cloth separating them. Finally, Dean can’t help himself any longer; he shoves his hand under the material and starts to stroke Sam’s cock hard and fast, squeezing rhythmically under the head just like he does when he’s jerking himself off.

Sam cries out sharply at that, squeezing tightly where his arms are draped around Dean’s shoulders. He doubles his efforts; rocking his hips hard, driving Dean’s cock almost all the way out and then all the way back in again on every thrust. Dean can feel himself hitting the natural resistance of Sam’s body every single time, his mind clearly picturing nailing that sweet spot inside his brother’s clenched channel with every stroke.

It sneaks up on him almost out of nowhere – that beautiful, white-hot pleasure searing his nerves, pounding through his veins – but Dean still has the presence of mind to warn, “Sammy…. God… too close.”

Dean’s eyes dart back up to his brother’s face the instant he feels Sam’s inner muscles clamp down vice-tight around him. The pleasure rippling across his features is more beautiful than anything Dean’s ever been lucky enough to see – the furrow of concentration creasing his forehead, his kiss-bitten lips opening and closing over half-formed words, the look of sheer pleasure as he forces his eyes open to meet Dean’s.

It’s too much and it’s not enough. It’s always, now and forever all at once. It’s everything he never knew he was missing, right here in front of him. Dean’s eyes slam shut and he squeezes tight around his brother’s torso as he finally gives in to the pleasure swirling around him in waves, threatening to pull him under. He does his best to work Sam through it as well, squeezing and stroking, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves just under the head that gets Sam every time.

Once the ripples of pleasure finally start to subside, Dean blinks his eyes open and raises them to meet Sam’s. He’s still not sure exactly how he feels – should feel – about any of this, but the bright, clear and earnest hazel-green sparkling back at him somehow chases away all the guilt, all the doubts, before they  have a chance to settle in. Sam smiles crookedly then and leans in to press a soft kiss against Dean’s lips.

Neither of them says anything for a few long moments, even when Sam pulls away just enough to playfully nudge the sweaty tip of his nose against Dean’s. The air surrounding them is warm and heavy with sweat and sex, but the last thing Dean wants is for Sam to move. Still, eventually he feels himself start to slip from Sam’s slick heat, and when he raises his eyes, his brother’s nose is wrinkled adorably in discomfort.

“Okay, hang on,” Dean murmurs as he – somehow – gracefully envelops Sam in his arms and then lays him out on the mattress again. “I got’cha.”

Sam’s more adorable than anything else as he squirms and fidgets for a minute before grinning hopefully up at Dean. “So can I take ‘em off now?”

Dean hums thoughtfully, pretending to think. “In a few minutes?” he asks softly, knowing damn well that Sam won’t refuse.

He drops his gaze again and bites back a quiet moan as Sam draws his knees up a bit closer to his body, giving Dean a glimpse of the slippery-wet mess already starting to soak through the material as it leaks from Sam’s body. His hands are trembling as he reaches down and drags his fingertips over the cloth barely concealing his precious little brother’s opening. Dean’s fingers are wet and sticky when he pulls them away, and his brain doesn’t have enough time to comprehend anything before Sam grabs his wrist and sucks the digits into his mouth. His eyes widen and his spent cock struggles to fill again at the much-too-arousing sensation of Sam’s tongue gently working his fingers between his lips.

“One condition,” Sam finally says, once he lets Dean’s fingers slip out of his mouth. “Your turn next time…”
Ririanadrarrylove on April 23rd, 2013 01:16 pm (UTC)
Wow. That was really really hot. And really really awesome!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much :)
megumiogata_1megumiogata_1 on April 23rd, 2013 01:20 pm (UTC)
O.M.G. ..... That was incendiary! Really, really hot!! :)
Thanks for sharing.
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading & commenting!
Blackrabbit42blackrabbit42 on April 23rd, 2013 01:21 pm (UTC)
Seriously, the prompt alone was hot enough... but DAY-UM, the fill was.... too hot for words.

Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:33 pm (UTC)
Hehe, thank you! I really couldn't resist the prompt :)
Andiepaper_storm88 on April 23rd, 2013 01:30 pm (UTC)
DAMN GIRL. This was ... I mean, the prompt alone was just a mess of filth but what you did with it ... okay, giving up on attempting to produce a simile. I can't do it. I'm just gonna fan myself and wish I wasn't at work right now (and that it wasn't 8:30 in the morning) so I could take this and scuttle off to my bunk. HAWT. You have serious talent for writing pure smut. I'm jealous! I'm good with plot and angst and shit but I could never write anything like this. *bows down to your awesomeness*
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:39 pm (UTC)
Yay, thank you so much! Mess of filth is right, sister. I just can't believe I found it in me to write Sam so young and not even sneak in a bit of plot and angst, LOL.
imaginecoolname: Dean/Samimaginecoolname on April 23rd, 2013 05:26 pm (UTC)
You're back! And with filthy scorching smut to boost! :D Damn, this awesome hotness just made my day, bb. Thank you. I missed you and your amazing writing. *hugs*
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, love! I missed this too :)
Kate: <canon>equally_dour on April 23rd, 2013 07:02 pm (UTC)
That was delicious!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
dont_hate_me01: Dean/Sam minedont_hate_me01 on April 24th, 2013 04:49 pm (UTC)
You've melted my brain!!! Freaking hot, missed your writings!!!!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
crimzonchyldcrimzonchyld on April 26th, 2013 03:04 pm (UTC)
That's hot, really hot. Super hot. Like I have to go take a cold shower now hot. Loved it! Well done!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on April 27th, 2013 09:42 pm (UTC)
Yay, thank you so much for reading & for your awesome comment :)
deezy_y: Sam and Dean thanks God for Sam's assdeezy_y on May 4th, 2013 08:55 pm (UTC)
Wow...sizzling hot!
fairygodmother9fairygodmother9 on May 5th, 2013 02:11 pm (UTC)
Loved it from the start to the finish!
michellecertainthings on May 9th, 2013 12:16 am (UTC)