Burn prt 6
Jul. 22nd, 2006 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillrose
Title: Burn prt. 6
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt:
Warnings: Slash (VERY- you have been warned), wincest, language, dubious con, bondage
Rating: NC17- and I mean it
Summary: Sammy needs to get away from Dean.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam and Dean; just borrowing them. All I own is what my cats don’t want.
Unbetaed at the moment - feel free to point out needed edits.
Feedback makes my heart go pitter patter. Please, this story is my first time out.
Previous parts here
Slowly Sam came down from his sensual haze. Sam realized Dean had stopped touching him and was just straddling him. Though, Dean wasn’t straddling him where Sam needed him. Sam took a few deep breaths and then opened his eyes to look at his brother.
Dean smiled. “Watch me, Sammy.”
Oh, God! Sam thought then lifted his head and looked to where his brother straddled him. Need was rushing through him like a forest fire out of control and his eyes were smoked over with the lust at war within him; but some how Sam managed to focus on Dean.
Dean smiled when he saw he had Sam’s attention. Then very delicately, and very slowly, he began to unbutton each button of Sam’s fly.
Sam groaned. Sam had seen Dean use his hands with cool efficiency and grace to clean guns, sharpen knives and even whittle a stake or two. Now, all of that deadly focus was on him. Dean wasn’t just undoing Sam’s fly; Dean was unwrapping him!
Once Dean had the buttons pushed through their holes, he paused a moment. He was getting close to unveiling the most intimate part of Sammy. Oh, Dean had seen Sam nude before. He’d even seen his dick before; they were brothers after all. But once Dean parted Sam’s fly and eased Sam’s boxers over that twitching hot bulge there was no going back. Dean would be witnessing his brother hard, weeping and needy shaft. There would be no forgetting that image.
…In for a pound. Dean concluded his earlier thought and parted the undone fly like tissue paper covering a delicate gift. Immediately Sam’s penis twitched up; taking advantage of the sudden increase in room.
Dean looked at Sammy. His brother’s face was flushed red, his breathing fast and his attention completely enraptured by what Dean was doing. Dean brushed his hand up and hooked his fingers over the waistband of Sam’s boxer shorts being careful not to touch Sam’s cock. Then carefully, Dean lifted the band up and over the crown of Sam’s rod before tugging the fabric down.
Both brothers hissed at the same time. Sam’s cock was free!
Dean had never thought of a penis as being beautiful; just sweetly functional. Hell, Dean had a penis of his own and had never though much about it in an aesthetic sense. Yet, Dean marveled at the sight of Sam’s member. It was long, lean and hard like Sam himself and the beads of precum at its tip spoke volumes about Sam’s need. Dean felt his own pants become painfully tight as the desire to taste, suck and touch Sam’s dick enflamed him.
Without hesitation Dean leaned down and started a long lick from the base of Sam’s cock to its tip. Sam threw his head back, arched his back lifting his hips off the bed, and cried, “DEAN!”
Dean took advantage of the arch and slid his hands around and under Sam and caressed Sam’s pants down over his ass bringing them to a bunch under his knees. While Dean worked Sam’s pants down, he continued to use his tongue to probe at Sam’s slit for more of the salty fluid; the musky essence that was uniquely Sam.
Sam’s breath stuttered as his body was overwhelmed with the need to pant through the pleasure or hold his breath at the same time. He was so lost he almost didn’t notice when Dean had stopped tasting him until he felt Dean remove his shoes and socks. Sam lay back and sorted out his breathing as he let Dean finish stripping him.
With a few final gentle tugs, Dean removed Sam’s jeans and boxers. Dean sucked in his breath at the sight before him. Sam’s needy and flushed body was stretched out naked before him and Dean was harder than he had thought possible. Sam was glorious. Only a few patches of skin, covered by the remaining sleeves of the shredded shirt, were hidden from Dean’s gaze.
Dean drank in the sight. Sam walked around in clothes that seemed a bit too big, giving the illusion that Sam was tall and gangly. Dean had known that wasn’t the case; having seen his brother in various states of undress before. However, this was different. Now, it was as if he was seeing his brother for the first time; seeing him other than a brother. Dean saw the man Sam and Sam was a sculpture of warm, smooth flesh designed for carnal delights.
Sam became aware of the cool air of the air conditioning flowing over and around his naked body. Instead of cooling him, it just drew his attention to how hot he was; how flushed his skin had become with desire. Sam also became aware of the feeling of being watched; studied. He looked to Dean. The hunger in Dean’s eyes was almost frightening, thrilling, and threatened to overwhelm Sam. Sam began to close his legs to feel less on display.
Dean quickly, but gently, grabbed Sam’s ankles. Wordlessly Dean continued to let his eyes feast on Sam’s body.
Sam looked at Dean then turned his head away. He couldn’t deny his brother, but the red flame in him wasn’t ready to give in to Dean just yet.
Dean released Sam’s ankles when Sam turned away. He continued to map out Sam’s body with his eyes. Dean wanted to touch and taste every inch of Sam; consume him. He wanted to make a feast of Sam until his brother was so overwhelmed there was no room in him but the need for Dean.
Dean toed off his shoes and reached into his pocket to pull out the lube and condom. He placed the items he needed on the bed. Then Dean quickly stripped out of his jeans; finally freeing his own painfully erect and dripping cock.
“Sammy,” Dean said quietly as he picked up the lube and condom.
Sam heard the silent command in Dean’s voice; the silent command to once again look at him. Sam, unable to disobey that voice, turned again and looked at Dean and gasped. Dean was nude before him! Dean’s thick cock, with its weeping tip flushed almost purple, was erect and pointed towards his stomach.
“We’re going all the way with this, Sam,” Dean said as he held up the items in his hand for Sam to see. Sam’s eyes widened with the implication. “Granny said the only thing that could save you was a lover’s touch.”
Dean set the items back down on the bed and began to crawl back up Sam’s body again. This time the crawl started between Sam’s legs; not outside them.
“I love you, Sam. And if it’s a lover’s touch you need, then I’ll touch you. I’ll touch you everywhere.”
As Dean crawled up Sam’s body; he made it an exercise in sensuality. He let his hands and legs brush against Sam’s body and then Dean paused. He stopped with his dick agonizingly close, but not touching Sam’s longer member. As if there were some magnetic field between them, Sam’s cock twitched up towards Dean’s. Yet, Dean kept them just out of reach.
Dean stared at Sam while he hovered; waiting for some sort of reaction. Some part of Dean needed to know if Sam agreed to this or not. Dean would still do what he had to; but some part of him needed to know just how high a price he was paying.
Sam struggled for coherency. The twin fires were no less out of control and his body was screaming for release. Yet some part of his rationality was clawing to make sense out of what Dean was saying. Beyond the unknown and frightening physical implications of what Dean was saying were the very real ramifications of what this would mean to them. We’re brothers! Sam’s battered sanity choked.
“Dean, we can’t,” Sam whimpered torn between the painful need for release and the hazy fear. “Its wron….”
Sam was interrupted by the feel of Dean lowering his thick cock down to Sam waiting length. Very gently Dean began to rock his hips. The two cocks, slicked by sweat and precum, began to slide against each other setting up delicious tendrils of pleasure that threaded through both men
“Dean!” Sam panted.
Dean smiled and balanced himself on one hand. He wrapped his spare hand around the two entwined cocks to sheath them. Dean began panting along with Sam. As the two slick and hard pricks moved forward in Dean’s hand he took his thumb and lightly rubbed the twin crowns; mixing the precum together.
“Uh….uh…OH!” Sam cried and closed his eyes in the rhapsody of sensation.
Dean released the cocks but kept up the gentle thrusting. He reached up and traced his cum slicked thumb on Sam’s bottom lip. Then he moved forward; stopping the sensual assault on their rods. Sam bucked beneath him in an uncoscious protest. Dean continued to move until once again he could stare down into brother’s eyes.
“Sam,” Dean whispered as he started to rub that delicious lip with his slicked thumb again. Sam opened his eyes.
“Dean,” Sam pleaded, the dying rational part of his brain making a last stand. “This isn’t right. We can’t…”
“This is the taste of us mixed together, Sammy,” Dean interrupted and then lowered his head to kiss Sam. Dean first licked the precum from Sam’s lower lip and then plundered his brother’s mouth once again. This time when Dean twined and rubbed his tongue against Sam’s he was spreading the taste of them together. Their mixed precum was slick, salty and tasted uniquely of Sam and Dean.
Sam whimpered into Dean’s mouth. The taste and the feel were burying any linger objections. Damn! He needed! Sam was tired of just needing and wanting.
“…And there’s nothing we can’t do together,” Dean said against Sam’s lips when he finally ended the kiss.
“Please, Dean,” Sam panted and moved his legs restlessly.
“What, Sammy?”
“I need…God! I need to…I need..Oh Please!” Sam began to hungrily kiss at Dean and arch into him.
“What do you need, Sam?” Dean continued to question.
The ghost of Sam’s rationality couldn’t; wouldn’t let him beg for release from Dean. It allied itself with the still burning desire for the witch. As badly as Sam wanted release, and wanted Dean, he couldn’t ask for it. Sam was burning alive with conflicting desires and doubts.
“Help me, Dean,” Sam finally responded in a thready needful voice.
“Always,” Dean answered and then lowered his full body against Sam. Sam wrapped his legs around Dean’s hips. Once again their cocks were enmeshed together in a sensuous dance. Sam began to thrust against Dean as Dean wrapped his hands into Sam’s hair and assaulted his mouth.
Sam panted and whimpered; Dean swallowed each breath and sound. Each noise and each puff was a delicacy to Dean.
Dean timed the thrusts of his tongue to match Sam’s thrusts. Each slick thrust was answered with another one until neither man knew who led and who followed. They were locked into a rhythm which was driving Sam into an incandescent oblivion.
Sam’s thrusting grew more forceful and erratic while Dean continued to dominate and posses Sam’s mouth. Flames of red and blue danced as spots behind Sam’s closed eyelids. Sam’s body seized into a long arch with a final powerful thrust and he screamed into Dean’s mouth.
As Dean devoured and drank down Sam’s scream; Sam’s seed erupted hot and wet over their cocks and Sam’s stomach. The moment was eternal and brief in the way only powerful orgasms can be.
Dean relinquished his claim on Sam’s mouth and breathed deep in an effort to keep from cumming himself. He concentrated on his promise to save Sam.
Finally Sam’s body relaxed underneath Dean and Sam lay on the bed gulping in air. Dean looked at his brother. If he was glorious in a blaze of need; he was wanton and magnificent in the picture of release. Dean’s balls tightened with their own need.
Dean lifted his body from Sam and knelt back between Sam’s legs. He reached down and ran his hand over his cum splattered penis. He raised his hand to his lips and began to feast on Sam’s juice.
As Sam settled back into his body he became aware of two things; there was still a lingering ember of need pulling him to the witch and Dean had moved off of him. Sam opened his eyes and gasped as he saw his brother licking Sam’s cum of his hand.
“Finger licking good,” Dean said as he caught Sam watching him. There was a brief pause and then both brothers chuckled.
“Dude,” Sam said, “That was bad.”
Dean smiled.
“Well it sounded to me like you thought it was very good.”
Sam groaned and not in pleasure but at the word play. Now that some of the edge of his need was off; it was good to joke with Dean again, even if under this twisted circumstance.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, not torture me.”
“Oh, Sammy, I’m going to do both,” Dean replied as he leaned back forward and took Sam’s flaccid penis into his mouth. Dean began to softly suckle and lick until Sam’s cock was clean and twitching with renewed interest.
Dean then began to clean Sam’s balls; first gently licking them and then slowly sucking them one at time into his mouth and rolling them gently with his tongue. The musky taste and smell of Sam was imprinting itself on him and he thought from this moment on he would forever get hard with just the scent of Sam.
Fire was stirring in Sam once again, only this time the blue blazed brightest. Dean! Dean! Sam thought. I love you too!
Dean moved on from Sam’s testes and back up to that smooth stomach. Dean tormented himself by cleaning the cum all around Sam’s belly button before tormenting Sam by lapping at that favored hole. New plan, Dean thought, whisky and chocolate here only after Sam cums.
Dean hummed in pleasure at the thought of the combined tastes. Once again over and over Dean lapped until he was satisfied he had licked away every drop of the slick substance and Sam was once squirming and panting.
‘”Fuck! Dean!” Sam shouted.
“No,” Dean grinned as he moved back down to tunnel his tongue at the crease between Sam’s hip and leg. “Its fuck Sam, and we’re getting there.”
Sam groaned in pleasure and frustration as he spread his legs wider giving Dean more access. Dean took advantage and began an oral assault behind and around Sam’s balls. As he moved lower to lick at Sam’s perineum, Dean grabbed Sam’s inner thighs and held them wide.
“Oh..oh…Dean! Dean!” Sam began to chant.
“Open your legs wide and bend your knees,” Dean commanded as he moved to lie down between Sam’s legs.
“Wha..?” Sam began to ask even as he followed his brother’s command.
“Trust me, Sam,” Dean said as he moved his hands down lower and cupped Sam’s firm ass. Then he tenderly parted Sam’s cheeks. Dean began to rub little circles on those firm globes as he kissed and nibbled gently at them.
Sam lay stunned at the feel of Dean’s hands and mouth on his ass. His heart thudded louder in some unknown fear coupled with the desire Dean had re-ignited. The thumbs and kisses were circling closer and closer to a place no previous lover had ever touched. Sam wanted to move, to pull away, and yet he felt oddly enthralled by the rhythmic seduction.
Dean could feel the tension in Sam; he knew it was more than just sexual. He kept his advances towards Sam’s other little hole soft and gentle. Dean began to add little licks; prepping Sam for the final assault.
Finally Dean’s kisses reached that little hole with its musky smell and soft puckered skin. Tenderly and tentatively Dean began to lave Sam’s opening.
“Deeeeaaaan!!!” Sam screeched as he fought to keep from arching up at the feel of Dean’s warm wet tongue at his core. Never could he have imagined that he could feel such intense pleasure and stimulation.
Dean licked and lapped at this new little hole while Sam panted and whimpered. As before with Sam’s belly button; Dean found himself entranced and feasted on Sam. Sam squirmed and his cock swelled. Once again Sam was being consumed by a need. This time there was little conflict. He wanted Dean.
“Dean…Dean…Dean,” Sam began a passionate chant of want and desire.
Dean responded by stepping up his offensive and pressing his tongue deeper; breaching Sam for the first time. Sam’s body clenched around Dean’s tongue in response to the incursion. Dean wiggled and pressed forward.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Sam screamed with raw animalistic pleasure.
Gently, but aggressively, Dean began to tongue fuck Sam. Dean drove his tongue in and out of Sam’s hole; each time going a little deeper and wiggling a little more. Then when Sam whimpered exceptionally loud; Dean withdrew his tongue and began pushing the tip of his middle finger against Sam.
Sam froze, stunned at the new sensation.
“Just breathe, Sam,” Dean ordered.
Once again Sam obeyed. Sam lie there with his dick hard, passion thrumming threw him and breathed threw the slight pain and discomfort as his brother worked his finger inside him.
The tight feel and heat of Sam engulfing his finger caused Dean’s cock to twitch in anticipation. It’s so tight around my finger! Dean thought. What’s it going to feel like around my dick?
Both men were surprised when Sam’s ring suddenly gave way and Dean’s finger slipped all the way inside. Discomfort faded into a sense of fullness for Sam, and then a new pleasure as Dean began twisting his finger.
The whole experience with Dean had brought Sam to a new level of need and sensation he had never known existed. He hadn’t thought there were any new pinnacles of pleasure to reach until Dean’s finger brushed a spot deep inside him. Sam’s world flashed white and he arched in pure bliss. Then Sam began to fuck himself on Dean’s finger desperate for it to hit that spot again.
Dean nearly spurted all over himself watching Sam fuck his finger. He’d never seen anything so wanton and so hedonistic. Sam was hot!
“Oh God!…Dean…Dean… Dean!” Sam cried his eyes tearing at the overwhelming delight. Then Sam whimpered as Dean withdrew that wonderful digit.
“Dean, please,” Sam begged.
“Shhh,” Dean comforted as he reached for the little tube of lube and slicked up three fingers. “It’s ok.”
Carefully Dean began to work two of those fingers into Sam. Sam didn’t even flinch; his body and his mind both willing to endure any discomfort to have any or both of those fingers caressing that spot inside of him. Once again Dean felt Sam’s body welcome him inside and then he began to twist and scissor his fingers. Over and over he brushed the little nub inside of Sam while he stretched Sam’s hole.
When Sam was insensate Dean slipped in a third finger.
“Please..please…please,” Sam begged even though he was too far gone to know what he was begging for. All he knew was salvation lay with Dean.
Dean withdrew his fingers, sat up and reached for the small tinfoil packet. He ripped it open using his teeth. Then he rolled the latex sheath of his hard and purple cock. He gasped at the sensation. Damn he was close! Keep it together, Dean¸ he chastised himself. Then Dean spread a generous amount of lube over his latex covered dick.
Once the condom was in place and he was well lubed, Dean moved forward and reached over Sam to grab a pillow.
“Lift up, Sam,” Dean ordered.
Reality crept back into Sam’s brain. Fuck! Sam looked at Dean. Once again Sam was frozen between the fear of what has happening and now the desire for Dean. The desire for the witch was a very, very distant third.
“Lift up, Sammy,” Dean ordered again. This time Sam complied. His gaze was still locked with Dean’s.
Dean slid the pillow under Sam’s hips. Then Dean moved forward and pressed the tip of his erection against Sam’s entrance. Dean grabbed Sam’s hips.
“Dean…,” Sam whispered.
“I love you, Sammy, and that bitch can’t have you. Not while I’m here,” Dean answered as he began to press forward.
Sam hitched his breath at the pressure and then relaxed; surrendering to Dean.
“Saaaaaam,” Dean breathed as Sam’s ring gave way letting Dean inside the snug inferno.
Both men fought the urge to thrust. Sam needed to feel that hard length entering and rubbing against that sweet spot inside him; no matter the initial pain and discomfort. Dean needed to bury himself in the heated haven that was Sam.
Cautiously Dean began to move thrusting just a little forward and then pulling back. Fuck! He needed to cum! Sam tried to thrust in answer but Dean held his hips firm. Sam whimpered.
Dean thrust a little harder. Sam purred through the burn and the pain. Pleasure was waiting on the other side. Sam struggled against the cuffs and tossed his head from side to side as Dean continued his advance and Sam’s body adjusted.
If Dean had thought watching Sam fuck his finger was hot, seeing Sam’s body take in his cock was blistering. Dean watched as his prick kept edging further and further into Sam. Dean had never felt anything so tight or scorching around him before and the fates forgive him; he needed more!
Dean’s tempo increased and Sam welcomed the deeper, quicker thrusts. Once again he tried to thrust back in answer to Dean. This time Dean let him. Dean was too lost in his own need now to control the situation any more.
Together, Sam and Dean began to move and buck until Dean was sheathed completely inside of Sam and rubbing that special spot inside. Dean’s hands were locked around Sam’s hips slamming him into Dean. Sam’s long legs had snaked around Dean’s waist and were clenching him tight. Together, Sam and Dean rode each other until the red desire in Sam went out like a match and the blue inferno engulfed them both.
Sam’s whole body clenched around Dean as he shot his seed for the second time; spurting the searing fluid over their stomachs. Over and over he shouted Dean’s name. Dean answered with a deep pulsing inside of Sam as he spilled his own seed.
“Sammy…Sammy…Sammy…,” Dean wept with the power and the intensity of their shared explosion.
The room quieted as both men remembered how to breath. Sam relaxed his grip on Dean and lowered his legs. Gently Dean pulled out of Sam and tried not to think about how he already missed that heat.
Then Dean rolled over and lay next to Sam. Dean removed the used condom, tied it off, and flung it in the vicinity of the waste can.
Sam laughed. “You are so picking that up.”
Dean laughed in response then turned to look at Sam.
“You ok?”
Sam looked back at Dean.
“I don’t think my ass is up for any long drives any time soon, but yeah, I’m OK.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow at Sam’s answer. No long drives? Did that mean…?
“I’m ok, Dean,” Sam said reading the unasked questions on Dean’s face. “The hex is broken.”
“How do I kno…?"
“Dude, all I want…really want right now is for you to let me out of these damn cuffs. Then I want a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.” Sam paused and then smiled at Dean; the smile Sam only used on the rare occasions anymore when he was happy and at peace. “You did it, Dean. You saved me.”
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Date: 2006-07-22 08:41 am (UTC)** waits quietly for more.... needs to recover **
*smile*
Date: 2006-07-22 07:49 pm (UTC)I'm really glad the smut came out well. I wasn't sure i could write it actually..and then is suprised me how detailed I was...
chap 7 may come slow...injured my hand this morning protecting my friends dog (retractable leash burn BIG time across 3 fingers on my right hand - typing is slower and painful)
I will be working on it though as I can to finish the story up.
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Date: 2006-07-22 10:20 am (UTC)I adore the way you have mixed the smut with Deans feelings for Sam throughout all the parts, I can’t wait to see what happens next . . . Oh you really are living up to your title the Queen of cliff-hangers :)
LOL - thank you
Date: 2006-07-22 07:52 pm (UTC)"Queen of cliff-hangers?" LOL I must have missed the cornation :) Well hopefully the payoffs have been worth the wait.
thanks again for commenting!
sr
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Date: 2006-07-22 03:21 pm (UTC)But that said, I've been enjoying this series very much, and I loved the smut. Veeeery hot.
thank you
Date: 2006-07-22 07:55 pm (UTC)I'll try and bear that in mind. It's a good point.
I'm glad you have been enjoying the story and the smut. :)
Chap 7 might be a little longer in coming because of my hand injury...but I'll see what i can do.
sr
Re: thank you
Date: 2006-07-23 12:55 am (UTC)(Semi colons are a pain. I'm never quite sure if I'm using them right.)
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Date: 2006-07-23 01:08 pm (UTC)I just want to say that I'm amazed this is your first fic and the first time you have wrote smut cause Damn girl you have some talent! You write with alot of confidence and that confidence is deserved! This story is really good
I think one thing about dean is that he will do what ever he needs to to protect Sam and that is definitely showing through in this - the tenderness that is sometimes skipped over in smut scenes shines through in your writing and only adds to the hottness!
I hope you hand is feeling better and can't wait to read more !
thank you..!
Date: 2006-07-23 02:51 pm (UTC)I was suprised at myself with the sex scenes as well...but when I started this story I sorta of adopted "Dean's" attitude - In for a penny, in for a pound. LOL I only let myself have a few small freak outs and then kept writing. The feedback and compliments have been wonderful and eased my doubts and fears.
I'm really glad Dean's tenderness and feelings are showing through. Yes, Dean was master seducer here; but all because he loves Sam and is protecting him.
I'll try and get started on chap 7 this evening..we'll see. Hopefully I can get this wrapped up by late Wednesday night.
thank you again..
sr
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Date: 2007-08-19 05:53 am (UTC)...Yummy.
Now, that was some fine pr0n, if I don't say so myself. :) The numerous points of escalation were stimulating, every time.
thank you
Date: 2007-08-20 10:48 pm (UTC)sr
Re: thank you
Date: 2007-08-21 08:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 04:59 pm (UTC)Oh and btw. you pulled me into a Spike/Xander-Addiction. Urrgh. yeah well, I can live very well with that adiction. At least if I know there will be stories from you. I'm just thinking about what I will do if you'll finshed your fics. Urrgh *shiver*. Please write never ending stories. Please.
Thank you
Date: 2008-07-21 04:00 pm (UTC)Oh dear..didn't mean to give you an addiction! Well...there are some great Spander writers out there. I highly recommend Litgal and Sexymermaid.
Don't worry...there's still quite a lot of story left in both Desert Ice and Sneer. I'll be writing for awhile.
sr