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16 February 2014 @ 04:50 pm
"All I Need" (Fic, Sam/Dean, NC-17)  
Title: All I Need
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: incest, explicit sex, language, dub-con, underage (Sam is ~13)
Spoilers: none (pre-series)
Word Count: 2,786
Summary: For this prompt at spnkink_meme: Weecest, size kink. Sam's been sucking his cock for a while now, and it feels good, really, reealy good, and Dean knows it should be enough but hey, he's 17 and he wants more. The thing is, Dean's a man and a really well-endowed man at that, and Sam's still a boy. Dean always has to sweet talk and coax Sam into it, and it takes a lot of time (and at least three fingers) to prep Sam. It's not as good as a pussy but it's a tight, warm hole and the noises that Sam makes...Bonus if Sam's boy cock is really small compared to Dean.

There’s nothing Dean looks forward to more than the roar of the old pickup truck’s engine as it slowly fades away into the night. It means that Dad’s off on one of his solo hunts again, leaving Dean and his brother Sam wonderfully, blissfully alone for at least a couple of days. His cock is hard and throbbing before Dad even makes it out of the driveway this time, and he feels badly about it for about a split-second before Sam climbs onto his lap and starts sucking on his neck.

“Sammy,” he manages to grit out. “Did’ya… I mean, are you hungry?” It’s half-past seven already and he’s still in charge here, but whatever Sam is doing with his lips and tongue is making it really hard to concentrate on dinner.

“Later,” Sam mumbles distractedly. He trails warm, sloppy kisses along the underside of Dean’s jaw as his hands shove down between them and he swiftly unbuckles and unzips Dean’s pants. “God, Dean. Want it so bad… been thinkin’ about it all day.”

Sam at almost-thirteen is beautiful, fragile – balanced precariously on the cusp of adolescence in a way that should be awkward and is somehow anything but. He pulls away enough to smile sweetly up at Dean, his cheeks stained pink and his too-long bangs falling across his forehead in waves. Before he can respond, Sam’s sinking to his knees in front of the couch, pushing Dean’s thighs apart as he reaches into the open flaps of his jeans to shove at the waist of his boxers.

Dean leans back and closes his eyes as Sam slowly swallows him down, wrapping his lips around the swollen head before dipping down and letting the entire shaft sink into his mouth. It’s warm and wet and tight – like settling into a warm, soothing bath. His hand instinctively drops to push Sam’s hair away from his forehead as he blinks his eyes open to settle his gaze upon his brother’s face. Sam’s lips are stretched wide around the thick, veiny flesh, his nostrils flaring while he struggles to keep breathing.

Dean spreads his legs further and moans quietly in contentment as Sam shoves his hand down to cradle Dean’s balls. Sam sucks dick like a pro and it feels amazing, the best Dean’s ever had by far. Sam hums in agreement and pulls up slowly before settling into an even rhythm, bringing his other hand up to squeeze tight around Dean’s shaft. He works diligently, using his hand and his mouth in tandem to pump Dean’s cock in and out, snug and wet and so perfect.

“Sam,” Dean breathes. “Stop for a second, little brother.”

Sam does as he’s told without question, letting the leaking head of Dean’s cock slip out of his mouth. But he keeps his hand fisted loosely around the shaft as he peers up at his brother curiously, eyes a bit unfocused and lips all shiny-pink with spit. He knows damn well what Dean wants even though he’s pretending not to. They’ve only done it a couple of times – and it’s been far from perfect at best – but unexplainably, Dean still wants it, craves his little brother’s ass like nothing else.

“Please?” Dean asks. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re too big,” Sam protests quietly. “It doesn’t even fit all the way.”

“You just need to give it time. Let me get you ready,” Dean gently coaxes. “It’ll be so good, I swear.”

Sam’s eyes fall shut for a moment and he absently leans in, resting his cheek against the length of Dean’s cock, still cradling it loosely in his palm. “Okay,” he finally says. “Just- go slow?”

Dean nods and pulls his brother up onto his lap again, smiling when he sees the smear of shiny pre-come he inadvertently left behind on Sam’s cheek. He reaches up and swipes his thumb over the moisture, then leans close and brushes his lips over his brother’s pout. Sam ventures a tentative smile, but remains otherwise silent as Dean shifts them around, laying his brother out on the couch before helping him out of his t-shirt and jeans. Lean muscles are just starting to take shape under still baby-smooth skin, all traces of childhood chubbiness entirely gone. Sam’s got a great cock – long and slender and slightly thicker toward the tip where the head is starting to grow more prominent. Obviously it’s not as big as Dean’s, but he’s still just a kid. Like Dean said before – just need to give it time.

Right now, Sam’s dark hazel eyes are fixed steadily on Dean, his expression caught somewhere between admiration and jealousy in a way that’s inexplicably adorable. “Wish mine was more like yours,” Sam mutters, pushing his bottom lip out just a bit as he absently wraps a hand around his erection.

“It will be someday,” Dean replies. “Doesn’t matter, though. You’re perfect just like this.”

He digs into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out the small bottle of lube he tucked away there earlier. Sam’s eyes widen slightly and his breath catches in his throat, but he remains quiet while Dean flicks the cap open and pours some of the clear liquid into his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm them. He pushes himself up to his knees and urges Sam to lie back and spread his legs. Sam does even better than that; he draws his knees up toward his chest and hooks his hands behind them, essentially exposing himself completely.

Dean’s cock twitches eagerly at the sight of his brother’s tiny, puckered hole. He sits back on his heels and reaches down with a trembling hand to swirl the pads of his fingertips over the tight ring of muscle. A visible tremor runs through Sam’s body, leaving his skin covered in a slight rise of goosebumps for just a second before it’s gone. Dean smiles fondly and dips his head to press a kiss to the inside of his brother’s thigh.

“Just relax for me,” he whispers.

He continues to just gently massage the furled muscle, and with his other hand, he reaches up to squeeze tight around Sam’s cock. Sam whimpers and closes his eyes, one leg slipping down to rest his foot flat on the sofa beside his hip. Dean carefully pushes deeper, breaching the opening with just the tip of his finger, his eyes darting up to his brother’s face to gauge his reaction. Sam’s forehead is creased in concentration and his eyes are still shut tight, his lips slightly parted around ragged breathing.

“Deep breaths,” Dean gently, but firmly, commands.

Sam nods, and when he exhales slow and deep through pursed lips, Dean slides his index finger in all the way down to the knuckle. He stills his movements, letting his brother adjust to the intrusion as he starts to stroke Sam’s cock slow and steady. Sam moans unashamedly, squirming his hips a bit where Dean’s finger is still buried to the hilt inside him.

“Dean c’mon,” Sam mumbles. “Gimme one more.”

Dean grins and leans down to press another kiss to Sam’s lips. Despite his sudden change of heart, even if Sam begs for it, Dean won’t hurt him, not ever, not in a million years. Their lips slot together easily, tongues twisting as Sam tries to suck Dean’s into his mouth. Dean gladly dips between his brother’s lips, taking the opportunity to slip another finger into Sam’s hole while he’s distracted.

He continues on like this for quite some time, twisting and scissoring his fingers in his brother’s tight channel as Sam moans and writhes beneath him, panting desperately into Dean’s mouth. Finally, Dean pulls away with a sharp inhale and drops his gaze between them, blinking in awe a few times at the sight of his thick digits buried inside Sam’s hole, the thin skin around the rim stretched so tight that it’s almost translucent. His eyes dart to his own lap and it’s only then that he realizes how aroused he is too.

“Oh God,” Sam breathes. “Dean, I don’t… I mean, I don’t know…” he trails off, blinking helplessly, his gaze now fixed unwaveringly on Dean’s crotch, too.

Dean straightens up and reaches down with his free hand to slide his fingertips along the underside of his own aching cock. There’s a shiny trail of pre-come that’s trickled over the tip and down one side, all the way to the nest of dark, wiry hair at the base. He absently tightens his fist around the shaft, tugging his lip between his teeth to try and bite back the moan that tries to escape his lips. He’s so hard – so damned turned on – that it’s literally starting to hurt, a heavy ache settling in his swollen balls. He strokes himself once more, swirling his palm through the moisture still leaking from the tip and dragging it down the stiff length. It feels good, but it’s nothing compared to the memory of his brother’s warm, satin-soft inner muscles pulsing and clenching tight around him.

“It’ll be okay, Sammy,” Dean whispers. “I promise. I won’t hurt you. Just one more finger, all right?”

Sam bites back something between a moan and a whimper, but he nods and reaches down to stroke his half-hard cock again.

“That’s my good boy,” Dean praises him. He brow creases slightly as he pushes a third finger in beside the other two. The angle is slightly awkward and Sam’s chest is heaving as he continues to force slow, deep breaths in and out of his lungs. “So hot when you touch yourself like that. I think about it all the time, y’know. Do you think about me, too?”

“Always. I love you, Dean.”

The words are so earnest – so sincere – that Dean suddenly stops, completely and utterly lost for words. Since the day he was born, Sam’s been his entire life – where his world begins and ends, all he’s ever needed – but for some reason, it never occurred to him that maybe Sam felt the same way. Dean opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, struggling with the emotion and sensation and about a million other things tugging him in every possible direction.

“I love you too, baby,” Dean finally says softly. “So much.”

Sam smiles then, his eyes sparkling clear and bright. “I think I’m ready,” he says, glancing down the length of Dean’s torso before his eyes flicker back up to his face.

Dean carefully draws his fingers out and opens the bottle of lube again, then pours a generous amount directly onto his cock. The liquid is chilly, but he quickly smears it all over his straining length and then leans forward, bracing his weight on his hand pressed to the pillow beside Sam’s head. It’s unnervingly quiet as Dean reaches between them, poising himself against Sam’s entrance. He pushes forward, breaching the tight muscle with the thickest part of his cock – just the swollen, rounded head. A near-violent tremor of pleasure races through him, but it’s quickly forgotten when a soft, wounded noise escapes Sam’s throat.

“Dean, it hurts,” he whispers.

He sounds so apologetic – so disappointed in himself – that Dean’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach and he immediately pulls out. He’s so completely conflicted, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in that tight, wet heat again except that the look in Sam’s eyes right now kind of makes Dean want to punch himself in the face for even asking.

“I’m sorry,” Sam murmurs. “Let’s try again.”

“Uh uh. No way, Sammy.”

Dean doesn’t wait for his brother’s response, just scoots down further on the couch and grabs a hold of Sam’s softening cock, then sucks it into his mouth. Despite everything, he can’t help smiling at the surprised squeak that Sam lets out, especially when the half-hard flesh slowly fills with blood and stiffens against Dean’s tongue. Never in a million years did Dean think he’d ever get off on sucking dick, but there’s just something about the sounds that Sam makes – these breathy little whimpers and moans – that always sends all the blood in Dean’s body straight down between his legs. He continues on, working Sam’s erection in and out of his mouth as he reaches down to start jerking himself off, too.

“Dean. Please…” Sam quietly pleads after a few moments. “I wanna try again.”

Dean is seventeen and horny as fuck twenty-two hours out of the average day, so he doesn’t quite manage to put up a fight when Sam guides him to sit back on the couch and then climbs onto his lap to straddle him. He reaches up to brace himself against Dean’s shoulder, and then reaches behind himself to grab a hold of Dean’s cock again. To be perfectly honest, Dean’s not sure why he didn’t think of this position before; at least this way, Sam can control how fast and how deep they go.

Sam’s eyes fall shut and he leans in to rest their foreheads together, his soft, baby-sweet breaths flowing like satin over Dean’s lips. Dean bites back a moan as Sam drops his hips, sliding the head of Dean’s cock into his body again. But this time, he doesn’t stop there. He keeps on going, slowly guiding Dean’s blood-thick flesh into his tight channel inch by painstaking inch. Dean’s unconsciously holding his breath but doesn’t realize it until Sam’s thighs settle against his own and the boy sucks in a startled gasp.

“Sammy?” Dean blurts out.

“Oh,” Sam mutters. His eyes are wide as he shifts in Dean’s lap and then gasps again, his cock twitching hard between their sweaty stomachs. “Oh shit,” he breathes as his hand darts down between them to wrap around his own erection.

Dean just smiles faintly even though he’s thrilled beyond belief that they’ve somehow stumbled upon Sam’s sweet spot. Lord knows his little brother deserves it, deserves all the pleasure that Dean can possibly give to him. Sam moans again – long and low and so sweet – as he starts to move, obviously chasing after more of that pleasure from a moment ago.

“That’s it, little brother,” Dean praises him. “Just like that. Feels so good.”

He’s not exaggerating, either. Every time Sam rolls his hips, Dean’s cock slips out and back in a couple of inches and the thick, rounded head meets the natural resistance of Sam’s body on the down-thrust. His inner-muscles are fluttering and clenching every time he moves, squeezing tight around Dean’s stiff length. Dean gently pushes Sam’s hand away and replaces it with his own, squeezing and stroking his brother’s cock in the same slow, even rhythm that their bodies are moving together in. Sam drapes his arms over Dean’s shoulders and leans his head back a bit, lips falling partway open as he picks up the pace and deepens his motions, practically bouncing in Dean’s lap as he continues to ride him.

Sam leans in, smashing their lips together clumsily as Dean drops his free hand down to curl around his brother’s perfect little ass-cheek. Sam’s panting harshly when he pulls away, his face gleaming with perspiration and his eyes half-lidded. “Dean,” he whimpers. “God you feel so huge like this.”

“Feel good?” Dean manages to ask.

“So good,” Sam agrees. “I’m close.”

“Come for me, Sammy,” Dean murmurs. “Wanna see you. Wanna feel it.”

Sam nods and squeezes his eyes shut, biting back another moan as his body suddenly clamps down vice-tight around Dean’s cock, almost as though he was waiting for his brother’s permission. His dick twitches in Dean’s hand and, a split-second later, the first spurt of his release splatters onto his own torso. Dean continues to work him through it even when his own orgasm hits suddenly, pleasure tearing through his body as he unloads over and over again into his brother’s clenched hole.

Sam slows his movements and, after a few moments, finally stops moving entirely and then leans in close to rest his head against the curve of Dean’s shoulder. His chest it rising and falling unevenly as he struggles to catch his breath, his heart still beating frantically where his chest is pressed against Dean’s own. Dean can feel his softening flesh starting to slip from Sam’s body, but the last thing he wants is for his brother to move.

“Did Dad say when he was coming back?” Sam asks, biting back a yawn as he snuggles down against Dean’s chest.

“No, I’m not sure,” Dean replies.

Sam pulls away a bit and smiles hopefully at his brother. “Think we’ll have time to do that again?”

“Yeah,” Dean chuckles. “I think we can figure something out…”
 
 
 
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Andiepaper_storm88 on February 17th, 2014 03:00 am (UTC)
Ah! I'm conflicted. This is exquisitely written as always but I think it's a little too close to dub-con for my personal taste. There's something OOC about the idea of Dean being willing to hurt Sam for his own pleasure. But you did a good job putting sweetness and affection into an otherwise fairly rape-y prompt, and I always admire that you're willing to try new stuff like this.
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 17th, 2014 03:08 am (UTC)
Thanks bb <3 Yeah I almost felt like I didn't stay true to the prompt 'cause I didn't want to make Dean... y'know, too rapey. But I think I will add dub-con to the list of warnings just to be safe.
ephermeralkephermeralk on February 17th, 2014 04:11 am (UTC)
Ahhh! The perfect mix of absolutely beautifully written and ridiculously hot. And of course I went "awww bb!Sam" when he felt sorry about sex hurting him.

Thanks for sharing!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading & for your sweet comment :)
the key of the day and the lock of the night: Locknkeylocknkey on February 17th, 2014 06:34 am (UTC)
So very hot! Love the way Dean puts Sam first and how Sam is so determined!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you!!
peepingdrupeepingdru on February 17th, 2014 07:18 am (UTC)
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO awesome to see u here...<<<<333333
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twnchesterangeltwnchesterangel on February 17th, 2014 11:50 pm (UTC)
*flails* Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Young Sammy. *snuggles him* heehee Thank you Dru.
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:51 pm (UTC)
OMG bb, that gif!!! *can't stop staring*
dont_hate_me01: All grown updont_hate_me01 on February 17th, 2014 04:21 pm (UTC)
Just brilliant, and hot - of course! :-)
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:52 pm (UTC)
Yay, thank you so much!
imaginecoolname: Dean/Samimaginecoolname on February 17th, 2014 06:51 pm (UTC)
This was brilliantly done, as always, hon! I'm glad you gave the prompt your own spin and didn't stick to it too closely, because I like your interpretation so much better. And you made it so very hot as well, of course! :) There can never be enough beautifully written weecest like this - thank you!
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much bb, glad you liked what I did with it!
Sabrinaslf630 on February 17th, 2014 07:15 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad that you finished it! I miss you around here, Lol. I have'ta agree with Andie and a few others when I say that it's good that you didn't stick to the prompt completely. You put your own spin on it and made Dean not be an ass, which the prompt seemed to want. I like yours better. :)
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:54 pm (UTC)
OMG, how did I not reply to this? Thank you as always for reading & for your support <333 And you know me, I love Dean being an ass but only up to a certain point... fine line, right? Hehe.
twnchesterangeltwnchesterangel on February 17th, 2014 11:59 pm (UTC)
I loooove when you write. I love that you use your brilliant talent to challenge yourself and you always do an amazing job. Dubcon is a little tough for me to read when Sam and Dean are involved but you did SOOO much better than what the prompt asked for. You really are a gifted writer and I can't wait for more from you. KEEP WRITING!! The world needs you to. This fandom needs you to. I NEED you to. :) *hugs*
Sakurasakura_no_mi on February 22nd, 2014 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, my dear! You're really too sweet with your wonderful comments and continued love & support <333
harmlessfantasyharmlessfantasy on June 15th, 2014 11:42 am (UTC)
JFC, this is only the 2nd fic I've read since i came back to LJ and it's so perfect on so many levels that I can begin to tell you. I love it, totally and utterly! <3
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