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A Lesson Learned

November 12th, 2008 (10:37 pm)

Okay, so I lied. I'm posting it tonight.

Lessons, part two

Title: A Lesson Learned, or, Lessons Pt. Two
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: power play, d/s(ish), first time, pwp, dirty talk
Word Count: 6217
Spoilers: Not really, but Mystery Spot kinda.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.

Part One

Something slick and wet and suspiciously cock-shaped pushed against Dean’s entrance. This is it! He thought, Sam’s finally doing it. It felt a lot harder going in than he’d expected it to. It also hurt a lot more.

Even three Sammy-sized fingers weren’t up to the circumference of a cock. The burn of before was back, but genuine pain accompanied it this time. Again he realized he was whining in the back of his throat, but Sam’s gentle touches to his back kept him from outright wailing.

Sam kept right on pushing. When he was maybe five inches in, he stopped.

“Damn, baby, you look so hot with this sticking out of you.” His voice was dark and husky.

Dean’s brow wrinkled. That was kind of a weird way to refer to his cock. Craning around, Dean saw that Sammy hadn’t actually started fucking him. Instead a fairly substantial butt plug was being pushed inside him.

Confusion all over his face, he looked up to his brother. “What’re you—”

Sam was laughing before he’d even finished. “Oh, you little slut, you didn’t even notice, did you? Trust me, even after all the prep, you’re not ready to take me in yet.”

One of Sam’s hands glided down his chest to wrap around his cock. Even as big as the plug was, Sam was bigger.

A trickle of Dean’s earlier fear started to come back.

It must have shown in his eyes because Sam leaned forward to drape himself all over Dean again. “Hey, it’s all right. I’m gonna fuck you with this dildo, open you up really good, before I put my cock in you. You’ll be okay. Trust me.”

The way Sam liked to whisper into his ear was a little different when Dean’s face was tilted to the side. When he’d been standing by the wall, his head had been pointed down. Now he was looking up into his brother’s blue-green eyes and it was so much different.

A reassuring smile curved Sam’s lips, and Dean’s eyes dropped to his brother’s mouth. For a second he had the strangest urge to lean up and—but no, no way. This thing was already way too weird. It didn’t need kissing to make it weirder.

Apparently Sam was a fucking mind reader. He bent and gently, softly brushed his mouth against his brother’s.

Going completely rigid, Dean froze, his heart pounding in his chest. Sam pulled away, sadness in his eyes.

“Someday, boy, the intimacy won’t scare you.” He ruffled Dean’s hair. “Let’s get back to business.”

Straightening, Sam realigned his grip on the butt plug—dildo, whatever—and started pushing again. It barely moved, Dean was too tense from when Sam had kissed him.

“Breathe for me, baby,” Sam instructed. “Remember how you breathed before, do that again.”

Forcing air into his lungs, Dean took a deep breath and then let it out. Like before, he forced his muscles to relax as the air left him. The dildo started moving again after just one breath, but Dean kept it up.

It seemed like way too long when he felt Sam’s knuckles against his cheeks.

“It’s in.” Sam’s voice was soft. “Damn, I can’t wait to get in there.”

Dean’s cocked twitched as the dildo started on its backwards slide as Sam pulled it out. It hadn’t even touched his prostate yet, but he couldn’t deny that the feeling of penetration itself was surprisingly erotic once the pain went away.

When just the head was still inside, Sam pushed again and Dean moaned.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” Sam’s voice was hot and smug and everything it should be when fucking someone with a dildo. “Just wait for the real thing. Gonna feel so much better, gonna really make you feel good.”

Little breathy gasps were coming from Dean as Sam picked up the pace. It still wasn’t as fast as an actual fuck would be, but it was faster than he’d been going before.

“You want me in you, baby?” Sam purred against his ear. He’d leaned forward again and Dean hadn’t even noticed. “Want it to be me pounding into you, not this fake cock?”

Dean’s moan this time was needy and plaintive. It seemed like there was no end to the surprising new sounds he could make.

“I know you do, baby boy. Don’t just want it, need it, don’t you?”

The dildo stilled. Dean wiggled his hips trying to get the friction going again, but Sam pressed his hand against Dean’s back and pinned him down.

He growled in frustration.

“Tell me,” Sam said simply. “Tell me what you want or you don’t get it.”

Dean’s fingers flexed and tightened, still holding himself open for Sam. He wasn’t sure if he could voice it. Wasn’t sure if he could take this last step.

The dildo started being pulled again, and Dean moaned in relief but then he heard Sam say, “We’ll stop then, if you don’t want it.”

“God, Sammy, please!” Dean begged. Only the very tip of the dildo was still inside him.

“Tell me, Dean. Tell me you need it. Tell me you need me to fuck you.” Sam had backed up, wasn’t touching him at all except for the part of the plug still in him.

“I…I can’t.” Dean’s voice was almost a sob.

“Then this stops here.” Sam’s voice was firm. “I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want, Dean.”

He felt the last few inches of the plug start to move, and Dean just lost it.

“Fuck me!” He cried out frantically. “God, Sammy, fuck me, please! I—I want it, need it! Please!”

To his utter shock, tears were running down his cheeks.

Frowning Sam leaned in to wipe them. Maybe that was too much, he thought. His intention had been to wear away the walls holding Dean up, not break him open.

“Are you all right?” He whispered in Dean’s ear.

“No,” Dean’s breath hitched, “nothing about this is all right.”

Sam stroked his brother soothingly. “Why isn’t it? If it’s just us, if we’re not hurting anyone, does it matter?”

Dean’s mind scrambled for a come back. “It’s not normal!”

He laughed, Sam actually laughed. “God, Dean. Nothing in our lives is normal. So we’re brothers who have sex—so what? Compared to the rest of our lives, this shouldn’t make us bat an eye.”

In a very quiet voice, Dean tried one last thing. “What would Dad say? What would Mom?”

“They’d understand,” Sam replied. This was a big fat lie, at least where John was concerned, but their mother might be more accepting. It’s not like Sam would really know. “They’d know what a big mess our lives are, and that we need this. You’re the one good thing in my life, Dean. The only thing that’s never turned to shit. In the fucked up lives we lead we should hold onto that, not push it away.”

Sam’s hand snaked around to Dean’s front and started pulling on his cock. “We can make each other feel good, baby. For a few minutes, at least, we can shut out the darkness that is our lives. Even if it’s just a few moments every day, we can have a little bit of light.”

Dean’s tears had stopped and he was breathing more normally. Sam nuzzled his neck again. “Don’t cry anymore, baby boy. You’ve taken care of us our whole lives. It’s my turn now.”

He wiped away the last of Dean’s tear tracks and then stood. “You told me you wanted this, Dean. Do you really?”

Moment of truth. Dean’s heart pounded wildly in his chest, but he heard himself saying, even if it was very quiet, “Yes. I want you, Sammy.”

The dildo surged forward, striking Dean’s prostate again and again. He’d thought he felt what it was like before, but it was nothing compared to this. Fingers could only reach so far, but this fake cock inside of him was able to drag back and forth across that sweet spot a lot more.

Vaguely, Dean was aware that he had shut his eyes and it was white behind his eyelids. The approach of an orgasm began to build in his stomach, and that was new. He’d had really good orgasms before, but he’d never had one that he’d actually felt building clear up past his groin.

“Sammy,” he moaned.

“You getting close, baby?” Sam reached down and dragged the pad of his thumb across the head of Dean’s cock. “You wanna come?”

“Yes, please,” Dean begged. Somehow he knew it wasn’t going to be up to him.

“Well, you can’t.” His brother confirmed his instincts. “Not until I say.”

Groaning, Dean bit his bottom lip to try and stave off his orgasm. Unfortunately it didn’t really work. He was flying so high that the tiny little pain of biting his lip just added to the endorphins in his system.

His whole body started to shudder. “God, Sammy, please.”

There was no answer. Instead, the attack on his prostate was redoubled, and Dean could no longer help crying out on almost every stroke. He could feel the pressure in his gut moving up into his cock.

He ground his teeth, rolled his head around on the counter, anything to stop it, but he could feel it coming. He couldn't even risk speaking to beg Sammy to let him come.

The heat and weight of his brother settled over Dean’s back. “Let go for me, Dean.”

Dean threw his head back—he was lucky he didn’t knock Sam’s teeth out—and yelled until his voice was hoarse as wave after wave of orgasm washed over him. His cock was jumping wildly, spraying his come all over the cabinet below the counter.

He wasn’t holding himself open anymore. Sam hadn’t told him he could stop, he just couldn’t hold his hands up after that kind of orgasm. His whole body was limp, and only the weight of Sam kept him from sliding to the floor.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby,” Sam whispered in his ear.

The pleasure had been so intense, Dean barely heard him. Guys wanted to sleep after sex anyway, but an orgasm like that had just about struck him unconscious.

Hands beneath his hips lifted him and slid him forward. The top of his head bumped against the mirror, but Dean didn’t mind. The new position kept him from falling down when Sam stood up. It also helped that Sam took his limp arms and moved them up on the counter by his face.

He was floating in waves of white pleasure, still seeing spots and swirls behind his eyes. In fact, he was so out of it he didn’t hear Sam rustling in the grocery sack for the new tube of lube. He didn’t hear his brother pop it open either.

What Dean did notice was the blunt brush of Sam’s lube-slick cock at his opening.

“Sammy?” He mumbled, still too out of it for the situation to really register.

“Hush, Dean, it’s all right.” Sam petted his hair. “Just stay nice and relaxed for a second. It’ll be easier.”

“’Kay,” Dean sighed, too orgasmed out to argue.

Slowly but surely, Sam started to push his cock into his brother. He bit his lip and moaned as the tightness of Dean’s channel clenched around him. It was delicious because Dean wasn’t actually tensing up. He was still floating on the high of his best orgasm ever, and laying pliant and still beneath Sam.

Discomfort was starting to show on Dean’s face, though, so he wouldn’t have long to get inside without hurting his brother.

Even with the heavy finger prep and the dildo fuck, Dean was still tight as hell. It took Sam pushing inside inch by inch to make any progress. He couldn’t have just shoved inside if he’d wanted to. That would have been too much for Dean’s first time, so he wouldn’t have done it anyway. It was hot to think about, though.

Sam was about halfway in when Dean started to rouse, about as far as the dildo had gone in.

“Sammy, hurts,” he complained in his sleepy voice.

“I know, baby,” Sam soothed. “Just hold on, it’ll get better.”

Though he had known it simply wasn’t possible to get Dean through this with no pain, Sam’s heart still clenched at the thought of hurting his brother. He stilled for a second, watching as Dean wriggled his hips. His brother huffed and was finally still.

A breath Sam hadn’t realized he was holding left his body.

“You’re doing so good, baby, just a little more.”

Firming his grip on Dean’s hips, Sam began to push in those last few inches of his cock. This was virgin territory for Dean, the dildo hadn’t gone in this far. If there was a part of this that Dean just couldn’t take it would be this last little bit. Sam watched Dean’s face like a hawk, readying to pull out if it was too much.

Dean’s eyes fluttered open, glazed. He blinked a few times and then looked up at Sam’s face. “Sammy?”

It was taking every ounce of Sam’s self-control to go to slow. The look on Dean’s face, the tightness of his hole, this whole situation was conspiring to make his reserved speed the most difficult thing he had ever done.

“You all right, baby?” Sam asked.

Experimentally, Dean tightened and released his channel. Sam’s breath caught.

“It…it hurts a little,” Dean confessed, his voice clearing up. “More than before.”

“Is it too much?” Sam’s voice was tight.

“I…” Dean trailed off. He moved his hips from side to side, and pushed backwards a little. Not enough to actually break new ground, but enough to feel the slide of tissue. “I don’t think so. It’s really tight, though.”

A breathy laugh escaped from Sam. “Oh, you have no idea.”

A flush tinged Deans cheek and Sam almost came right there.

“Can you handle more?”

Dean nodded. “Can’t stop now. You haven’t come yet, anyway.”

Grinning, Sam said, “And you’ve only come once.”

He didn’t give Dean any time to respond to that, but he saw the apprehensive expression on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Sam resumed his pushing. Below him, Dean started to whine as the last few inches sunk in.

They were both panting when it was done.

“That’s…that’s it, baby,” Sam gasped. “I’m all in. How’s it feel?”

“Full,” Dean replied. Stuffed, he thought.

Both of them needed a minute to adjust. Sam stretched Dean so much that he could feel him on his prostate when he wasn’t moving. It was different than the drag of the dildo or brush of Sam’s fingers. Sam’s cock just resting against his prostate was like, almost, a vibration quietly buzzing his body.

Dean’s cock began to stir, and he shook his head in disbelief. There was no way he was getting hard.

Sam saw Dean’s movement and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Dean flushed.

“Dean, tell me.”

He didn’t even fight this time. “I can’t believe I’m getting hard again.”

Sam smirked. “I told you, didn’t I? You’re going to come at least twice tonight.”

Dean didn’t see how he could come again after that last one, but everything else Sam had told him had happened.

“Are you good?” Sam asked. “I’m gonna start to move.”

“I’m good.”

Two moans filled the air as Sam began his backwards slide. Dean started to shiver as every inch of Sam’s cock passed over his sweet spot. Head falling backwards, Sam panted toward the ceiling as just the head of his cock remained in Dean. He reached for the lube, and smeared more on himself. Just to be safe.

No words could describe the feeling as Sam thrust slowly back inside his brother. It was everything he’d ever hoped, ever wanted it to be. What they were doing was illegal in all fifty states, but Sam’s life had never felt so right as this moment.

“God,” Sam breathed, “you’re tight as fuck, boy.”

It’s not like he’d ever measured or anything, but Dean was pretty sure he’d never blushed this much in his life.

When Sam was balls deep again, he rotated his hips in a circle, just enjoying the heat of his brother’s hole.

“You look so hot like this, baby.” Sam’s hands left Deans hips to roam up and down his back. “All stretched out under me, spread open for me. Your beautiful muscles straining, your freckles practically popping from your face when you blush.”

You mean like right now? Dean thought.

“It’s almost enough to make me come, just from that.” Then Sam stopped. “You know, I don’t just have to tell you. I can show you.”

There were a few seconds Dean had to ponder that before Sam’s hands were underneath his chest and lifting him up. He squawked in a very undignified way as he flailed around for something to grasp. Sam lifted him so he fell backwards against his chest, and one of Dean’s arms hooked around Sam’s neck. One of Sam’s arms was around Dean’s waist, the other was hooked under his thigh to hold him up.

“What the hell, Sammy?” Dean demanded.

Sam gestured with his head. “Look.”

Dean looked. Across from them was the mirror, somehow Sam must have moved them when Dean was distracted. All the breath left his body as he saw the two of them reflected in the glass. Both of their bodies were dripping with sweat, bringing their every outline into sharp relief. Every curve of muscle, every fold and crease of skin, every hollow between bones was accented with a sheen of moisture.

“God,” Dean breathed despite himself.

“I know,” Sam said. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Even without the naked figure of his brother behind him, Dean was sure he’d never looked like this before. His skin was flushed, his freckles were popping, his eyes were wide and sex-blown. He couldn’t believe the slutty, wanton thing he’d become at his brother’s touch.

His eyes wandered down to where their bodies were joined and he sucked in a breath. Sam followed his brother’s gaze.

“It’s so hot isn’t it?” Sammy said, “My cock inside you.”

Tightening his grip on Dean’s waist, Sam began to withdraw and Dean moaned as he watched the column of his brother’s cock slide out of his hole. Then Sam pushed back and Dean’s whole body began to shake. With his thigh held to the side by his brother’s monster hands, Dean’s prostate was directly in the line of fire for Sam’s cock. He felt it flare with pleasure and light at each twitch of Sam’s hips.

He wanted to rest his head back against Sam’s chest, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from spectacle of their bodies connecting.

“Maybe I should record us, hmm?” Sam was mister dirty talk in his ear again. “We could get a close up of your hole opening up and sucking my cock inside. Then I could fuck you while we watch it.”

“Sammy,” Dean whined.

“Too bad we don’t have the money for the equipment,” Sam said like he hadn’t heard his brother. “It would be so fucking hot to watch. Maybe we could leave a copy at every hotel we stay at. Like a Gideon bible, only people will actually use it.”

The thought had Dean achingly hard, even as it scared the shit out of him.

“Think about it Dean. Think about all the random strangers that will know what a slut you really are.” Sam nipped his ear, and Dean was coming with a gasp and a groan.

“Oh, fuck,” Sam hissed as Dean clenched tight around him.

“I…I’m sorry,” Dean panted, worried Sammy was mad at him. “Didn’t mean to.”

His brother chuckled. “It’s all right, but damn it feels so good inside when you come.”

Sam leaned in to whisper in Dean’s ear. “Gotta put you down now, boy. Don’t worry, we’ll do the mirror trick again. Soon.”

Dean shivered.

As Sam lowered Dean to the floor, he said, “Brace your hands on the counter, back arched.”

Getting a grip on the edge of the counter was easy, but arching his back pushed him straight back onto Sam’s cock and he gasped.

“Yeah, come on,” Sammy groaned, “walk back on it.”

Closing his eyes, shuddering from head to toe, Dean slowly canted his hips and pushed himself onto his brother’s cock.

“Just like that,” Sam sighed. “Damn, boy.”

Experimentally, Dean wriggled his hips. Sam made encouraging noises behind him, so Dean started moving his hips in a circle, pushing back, sliding forward. It was the first time he’d felt like he had any kind of control as he listen to his brother’s muffled curses and hissed breaths.

Then Sam’s fingers descended on his hips like steel.

“Your hole’s getting tricksy already,” Sam purred like sex against Dean’s neck. “Time to really break it in.”

Sam whipped his hips backwards and snapped back inside so quickly, Dean let out a startled sound. His brother’s cock was a spike of pleasure straight to his prostate. The new fast pace was starting to bring back some of the earlier ache, but if that was trade off for the waves of awesome coming from his sweet spot he could deal with that.

He’d already come twice, it was hard to keep his body upright. But Sam’s pace was growing more frantic, so maybe—finally—the kid was gonna come and this could be over.

Abruptly, Sam froze.

“No,” he growled, “not like this.”

He yanked his cock out of Dean’s channel so fast, all his brother could do was offer a plaintive cry.

“I wanna take you properly at least once,” Sam mumbled.

Before Dean could really wrap his head around what his brother meant by that, Sam was crouching to put an arm around his knees. Cursing in surprise, Dean was swept up like a child into his brother’s arms as Sam left the bathroom.

“Damn it, Sammy,” he protested. “This is just too far.”

“You like it,” Sam scoffed. “Look, you’re hard again.”

Dean stared at his cock in disbelief. Goddamn it.

“Now, now,” Sam teased. “Don’t pout. They do say good things come in threes.”

Frantically, Dean began trying to will his erection away. There was no way he would survive coming three times this close together. His heart would give out, his brain would melt or something.

“Christ, Sammy,” Dean practically pleaded. “Just put me down.”

“Gonna put you down on my cock in a minute,” Sam said.

Dean should have groaned from the sheer cheap-porniness of that line, but instead he grabbed for Sam’s neck as he felt himself being lowered.

“Just putting you on the bed.” Sam grinned. “Chill.”

Sure enough, Dean felt the scratch of thin hotel sheets on his back.

“No reason we can't try for a little bit of tradition.” Sam ran his hand over Dean’s hair. “Not that it isn’t fun to watch you sway on your feet from my awesome sex skills.”

Dean huffed. “Yeah, right. Bored is all, sleeping on my feet.”

His brother grinned wickedly. “We’ll see about that.”

Sam ducked his head to run his tongue in circles around Dean’s nipples. Dean arched off the bed, his head flopping backwards as he cried out. Laughing, Sam’s large hand’s covered Dean’s stomach and pushed him back to the bed. He was helpless to do anything but writhe under his brother as Sam bathed him with his tongue.

“The taste of you, God,” Sam was breathing against his skin, tongue dipping lower. “Want it, all the time, like this, everyday.”

Dean let out a shaky laugh. “I can’t come like this everyday.”

The look in Sam’s eyes as he looked up Dean’s torso made his breath catch.

“You’ll learn.”

He had to be joking, Dean thought. There was no way Sam could expect him to come twice in a row, three times, every single day. Could he?

A bite on his lower belly grabbed his attention.

“Stay with me,” Sam growled. “Not finished yet.”

His hand’s snaked underneath Dean’s thighs, lifting them toward his chest.

“Hold your legs up for me,” Sam said.

With shaky hands, Dean reached up to grab his ankles. Under normal circumstances this would be way more embarrassing than holding himself open to be fucked had been, but he was just too exhausted to care.

“Be right back,” Sam said, and hopped off the bed.

“Hey!” Dean tried for indignant, but his voice was too tired and weak to really manage.

“Forgot the lube,” his brother called from the bathroom.

Sam went stock still as he stepped back into the bedroom and saw his brother lying on the bed, holding himself open. His balls drew up tight and he had to suck in a breath to keep from coming on the spot.

“You should see yourself,” Sam began as he walked forward. “Surrender is a good look for you.”

Dean flushed, for the millionth time that night.

Back at the bed, Sam crawled up in between his brother’s leg and crouched down. He set the lube to the side and stroked his fingers over Dean’s puckered opening.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” he breathed, “all bruised and open from fucking. It makes me crazy to get back inside you. But first…”

He looked up at Dean with leer. “I believe I promised you a lesson in blow jobs.”

And then Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s cock. Dean’s knuckles went white as he squeezed his ankles, and his hoarse shout was barely audible. Sam swallowed Dean right down to the base, never gagging once. How he managed to work his tongue around that much cock, Dean had no idea, but Sam was doing it. Slowly, Sam began to pull off, his tongue flicking more regularly the less cock was in his mouth.

He pulled up all the way and Dean’s cock flopped back toward his belly.

“The difference between a submissive, like you, and a dominant, such as myself, giving a blow job is really pretty simple.” Sam gave his big brother a radiant smile. “You opened up and let me fuck your mouth to my heart’s content. But even when your cock is in my mouth, it’s obvious that I am fucking you.”

Reaching across for the lube, he said, “We’ll pick this up later. I can’t wait anymore.”

A lubed hand reached toward Dean’s hole, and three fingers shot in on the first go. Dean choked back a groan.

“So open and ready,” Sam murmured, “but still so tight. God, why did I wait so long for this?”

Lubing his cock up with the other hand, Sam twisted his fingers around inside Dean just for good measure. His brother was a panting, mewling mess, and it flipped every kinky switch Sam had to hear his big tough brother reduced that because of him.

Sitting up on his knees, Sam shuffled forward and lined up his cock with Dean’s hole. Seeing that monster cock pressing forward, Dean stiffened. He couldn’t help himself.

“Breathe for me, baby boy,” Sam said. “Don’t get tense on me now.”

There was a pause and then Sam’s tone was musing, “Although, maybe you’re lubed enough it wouldn’t matter.”

Sam pushed forward and Dean wheezed as his tightened muscles protested. After only a few seconds, Sam stopped.

“God,” he panted, “can’t get inside you like this, don’t wanna hurt you. You gotta loosen, baby.”

How do gay guys do this? Dean thought, it seems like way too much work to do every day.

Sam leaned down to suck and bite along Dean’s jaw line. “Come on, let me in. Relax like before.”

Dean swallowed. It was a lot harder than it sounded when Sam was right there in his face. When they’d been doggy style there had been distance, the tiny fraction of his walls that remained. But like this, face-to-face, it was too close, too real.

Sam must have sensed something because he rose up on his hands to look down at Dean.

“What’s wrong?” Sam frowned, his fingers coming up to slide along Dean’s face. “You look wrecked.”

“It’s…” Dean’s voice was harsh, so he coughed and tried again. “It’s harder like this.”

There was a puzzled look on Sam’s face. “Like what?”

“Missionary.” Dean’s voice was very small, but a light went on in Sam’s eyes.

“Oh, gotcha.” Sam nodded. “Your intimacy issues again. I really wanna see you this time, but if it’s too much I can flip you over.”

Blue-green eyes full of concern and love filled Dean’s vision. “What do you want me to do, baby? Won’t do anything you don’t want, remember?”

Dean was sure his cheeks were flaming by this time. He didn’t know why he was so hung up about this. The chicks he fucked didn’t have a problem with missionary style, and he was a lot tougher than them. Besides, he didn’t think he could deny his brother anything while he was looking at him like that, so Dean was just gonna have to get over it. He took a deep breath and tried to force his muscles to go slack.

“Go,” his breath puffed out. “While the getting’s good.”

Sam’s smile left Dean breathless. “All right then.”

Setting his heels in the mattress, Sam shifted his weight forward and started pushing in. It was different than in the bathroom; Dean was tighter than the last time. Part of it was the position, and part of it was Dean not being sleepy with afterglow. But God help him he just couldn’t stop.

Both of them were moaning by the time Sam was balls deep inside.

“Is it,” Sam tried, “is it okay?”

Dean nodded. “Doesn’t hurt, just…fuller.”

After a few slow passes Dean’s channel started relaxing, growing accustomed to the girth inside it.

“Gonna pick it up,” Sam told him. “You still good?”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “Come on, Sammy.”

While his hips didn’t exactly move with piston swiftness, Sam did markedly increase the speed. It felt like Dean’s breath was being shoved out of him with each thrust.

“God, those gaspy little moans you’re making,” Sam shook his head. “Not gonna last. Lay your leg on my shoulder.”

Dean released his right leg and it flopped onto to Sam’s shoulder. One of Sam’s hands came up to hold it. Sam took Dean’s other leg and wrapped it around his waist.

“Now grab your cock,” Sam instructed. “Work your cock, bring yourself off while I fuck you. I want us to come together this time.”

He’d already come once without a helping hand, he probably didn’t really need to. But Dean’s cock was already over sensitive from coming twice in an hour, and he really needed to get off. His hand grasped his cock and started jerking it roughly, like he liked it. Combined with Sam’s jabbing thrusts it was almost enough to send him off after just one pull, but he could tell Sammy wasn’t there yet so he curled his other hand into the mattress and tried to hold it off.

“Just a little bit,” Sammy was mindlessly mumbling, “a little bit more, so tight, so good.”

Dean tried to help, tried to flex his muscles and move his hips, and it must have worked because Sam moaned and started slamming in harder.

“Yeah, God, I’m almost there,” Sam leaned over Dean, humping his hips without restraint.

“Come on, baby, come with me.” Angling his hips, Sam started striking his brother’s prostate dead on.

It was too much. His own frantic pace on his dick devolving, Dean slammed up into his hand and felt the world bleed away as he came. His mouth opened but his throat was too parched to scream, and his breathing was the only sound as his come splattered across Sam’s chest.

Shit!” Sam cried, his brother’s come and the tightening of his channel hitting just the right buttons. He slammed in deep and held it as he finally unleashed his come, a low wail on his lips.

Dean thought he should be able to feel it as Sam came inside him, came in his ass, but he didn’t. The only thing he noticed was the glide out was slightly wetter as Sam withdrew. But he didn’t pull out all the way. Sam stopped with the head still inside, and for one wild moment Dean thought he was gonna start again.

“I’m in you,” Sam whispered. “My come is in you. God, I almost wanna go get the dildo again so it can’t leak out.”

Dean’s mouth moved without permission. “Do it.”

Sam blinked down at him. “What?”

Cheeks burning, Dean repeated. “Do it. I want you to.”

Grinning hugely, Sam leaned lick Dean’s ear. “Goddamn, baby. I knew you were kinky, but Christ.”

The world tilted as Sam grabbed Dean’s hips and twisted his whole body around, still impaled on his cock—and that didn’t turn Dean on at all. He was face down now, and Sam pulled him up on his knees.

“Keep your ass in the air,” Sam was using That Voice again, and a shiver tickled down Dean’s spine. “Don’t let any slip out.”

The bed dipped as Sam left, presumably to the bathroom to pick the dildo off the floor. He’d better wash it, Dean thought. The water turned on in the bathroom, so apparently he did.

Sam’s footsteps padded into the room, but they stopped before they got to the bed. Dean risked a sideways glance and saw Sam rummaging around in some plastic sacks. He turned his eyes forward before Sam noticed.

“Here we go.” Sam’s voice was positively giddy. “Spread your legs a little bit.”

Dean did and felt Sam’s hands running along the curve of his ass. He felt the brush of leather and peaked up at his body from underneath. It looked like Sam was strapping him into a rock-climbing harness.

“Wassat for?” Dean asked.

“To keep the plug in place.”

Of course, Dean thought.

“Tell me if it’s too tight or whatever,” Sam went on. “You won’t be able to sleep in it if it’s uncomfortable.”

After stepping back to take in the view for a few moments, Sam knelt back in the space between Dean’s thighs. He squirted some more lube out of the bottle and smeared it across the dildo. Then he pressed against his brother’s hole and pushed it inside.

Dean couldn’t help the spark of arousal that flittered through his belly as the plug was inserted, but his cock was far too spent to take an interest.

“There,” Sam whispered in satisfaction. “That fake cock will keep my come inside you all night long, baby.”

Dean was just about to offer one last objection to Sam’s girly little pet name when his brother reached underneath and scooped him up in his arms again. He was too tired to really protest, in fact he rested his head against Sam’s shoulder, but he felt he had to try.

“Enough with the lifting, Sammy,” he groused.

Sam nuzzled his hair. “I like it. Let me take care of you, Dean, just for tonight.”

“Where are we going, anyway?” Dean asked, but Sam was already laying him down on the other bed.

“We got the other one all sweaty.”

Dean offered up a weak little laugh.

Sam leaned in quick enough to plant a quick kiss on Dean’s temple before standing up. “I’ll go get a warm rag, just wait right here.”

Like I’m going anywhere, Dean thought. He could barely keep his eyes open. In fact, by the time Sam got back they had drifted shut, and he’d rolled onto his side.

“I should take a picture,” Sam said. “I like the way you look all sleepy and well fucked. Angelic, almost.”

Dean mustered the energy to raise one finger in his brother’s direction.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Sam laughed.

The light flickered off, and then the mattress dipped and Sam settled next to him. Sam placed a gentle hand on Dean’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back. The rag made him start at first, but Sammy ran it over his body in quick, efficient circles. Then he rolled him onto his front and wiped down his back.

That done, Sam tossed the rag vaguely in the bathroom’s direction and settled down next to Dean. He spooned up next to his brother, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him in close.

“Shoulda known you’d cuddle like a girl,” Dean mumbled sleepily.

Sam just smiled against his neck, radiant and happy. “Night, baby boy.”

Dean scowled, though the other couldn’t see it. “You can’t call me that, I’m older than you.”

Sam laughed, “I can call you anything I want. That’s kinda how this works.”

There was no answer, and for a second Sam thought Dean had drifted off. Then his voice came again.



Dean shifted like he wanted to roll over and Sam let him go.

“Were you…” Dean searched his brother’s face. “Were you serious about the dog thing?”

Sam only smiled. “Got to sleep, Dean.”


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Posted by: quarter mile, bunch of horses & some gasoline (calijirl5150)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 06:29 am (UTC)


You broke me w/the hawt - DomSam is just so gh'uh !!! I'm a Dean jirl, but dang this was just !! Think work will let me call in g'uhed out from hawt Sam/Dean Wincest ???

Edited at 2008-11-13 06:31 am (UTC)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 05:12 pm (UTC)

How will you know unless you try? Maybe your boss would understand.


Thanks for the comment. A full line of gibbereish must mean I did something right. ^_^

Posted by: dominiondreams (dominiondreams)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 08:23 am (UTC)
father I have sinned

holy fucking hell!

That just hit so many of my buttons.

Dear Santa,

Can I please have Dom Sam and puppy dean for Christmas this year?

Pretty please?

Just beautiful, Going into memories.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 05:13 pm (UTC)

Well, I'm no Santa, but the fourth part just might fit the bill...

Posted by: dominiondreams (dominiondreams)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)

Posted by: aimear7 (aimear7)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 10:40 am (UTC)

Wow, oh wow! Speechless... damn that was hot... brilliant and mindblowing... please please continue this 'verse... *gulp* um... yeah... might just go and re-read, such lovely mental images :D!

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)

There will be at least two more parts to it, though I can't promise my dominatrix of a muse will see fit to deliver them in a timely manner.

Posted by: not a morning person... (tattoo_kink)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 11:07 am (UTC)


GUH! Holy motherfucking shit. That part hit more kinks that I'd ever imagine.

Toppy!Sam is my favorite, but you wrote it to a whole new level. And the worst thing: I'm at work! DAMNIT! How can I ever explain the drool all over my keyboard. *gg*

I'm sooo going to *mem* this!

Can't wait for the next part.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)

Hehehe, thankies. I take a gander at your icon, and I think the next part just might hit one more.

Posted by: not a morning person... (tattoo_kink)
Posted at: November 13th, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Rhonda S (todayiamrhonda)
Posted at: November 14th, 2008 04:00 am (UTC)
Shut Up Castiel!

Holy hell! Those two parts...awesome! The fact that there is going to eventually be two more parts....FUCKING AWESOME! Dom Sammy is the best kind! Love it!

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 14th, 2008 07:20 am (UTC)

Every Sam should be Toppy!Sam. *nods*

Lol, anyway, I'm glad you liked.

Posted by: jacey26 (jacey26)
Posted at: November 16th, 2008 03:01 am (UTC)

Holy shit. That was one of the hottest things I've ever read!

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 16th, 2008 03:38 am (UTC)

Why, thank you muchly. ^_^

Posted by: shelgrainger2 (shelgrainger2)
Posted at: November 17th, 2008 04:36 pm (UTC)

That was just so hot. Something extremely sexy about Sam being in charge.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 17th, 2008 06:08 pm (UTC)

He does it so well, doesn't he?

Posted by: Tom Heffer (handsonme)
Posted at: November 18th, 2008 01:08 pm (UTC)

Oh my... You fried my brain with this...


... MORE!

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: November 19th, 2008 05:10 pm (UTC)

Fried brains are better than fried eggs, and there are few things better than fried eggs.

More is eventually coming. Lol, eventually.

Posted by: softbluebuddy (softbluebuddy)
Posted at: December 1st, 2008 06:33 am (UTC)

Such a nice job with Toppy!Dominant!Sammy and how he is training his puppy. Fucking perfectly done if you ask me. I loved every single bit of this and how Sam sequenced it to bring Dean along in baby steps every bit of the way.

So, so hot. The sex and the emotions and the love. This fic had it all. Absolutely everything.

Very well done. Thank you for sharing. ♥

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 1st, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)

Finally, I was waiting for you to comment! *is happy*

Glad you like my puppy!Dean. Er, Sam's puppy!Dean. ^_^

Posted by: softbluebuddy (softbluebuddy)
Posted at: December 1st, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 1st, 2008 08:49 pm (UTC)

Posted by: softbluebuddy (softbluebuddy)
Posted at: December 1st, 2008 09:07 pm (UTC)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)

Posted by: softbluebuddy (softbluebuddy)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)

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Posted at: December 4th, 2008 12:56 am (UTC)

Posted by: I'm the girl that you just won't admit you adore. (tabularassa)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2008 08:00 am (UTC)

Fuck, that was HOT. Oh, Sammy, how I love it when you take control like that. GUH AND THEN SOME.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)

Glad you enjoyed! ^_^

This is my first ever slash project that I've actually finished parts of, so I'm glad it's going over so well for a virgin effort.

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Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 01:54 am (UTC)

Most people write it the other way around.

I realize everyone has differing opinons in fic, but I think Dean would be much more likely to be submissive. He has such the typical straight boy cover-up, you know. Like you know he's just full to bursting with insecurities. Not to mention how many times they bring up on the show that Dean follows his dad's order without question than goes out of their way to tell us how much Sam and John are alike.

In short, I think this is the first full-out dom/sub sex scene with them that is absolutely perfect.

Wow, thanks so much.

With one misspelling that I caught. But we can totally ignore that.

Oh, no. No, we can't. I don't mind at all when people tell me about mistakes, in fact I prefer it. Even if you did this on every single post, I would never get upset and call grammar!Nazi on you. So please, what did you catch?

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Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 13th, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)

Posted by: wicca_faith_fi (wicca_faith_fi)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)

this was so awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are not enough exclemation marks to express the awesomeness of this fiction!!! x

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)

Aww, you're too kind.

Posted by: kitsunetsuki (kitsunetsuki)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 05:17 pm (UTC)

First of all, let me just say that not only did you fry my brain, you fried other, lower body parts. I mean, DAMN! This was THE hottest thing I have ever read in regards to this pairing. Pretty much everything in this hit one of my kink buttons. I cannot say enough wonderful things about this story. I loved everything about it.
Well, almost everything. You said in an earlier comment that you would prefer to have people point out grammar and spelling errors. I would like to beta your Wincest for you. I want to get a job as an editor one day, so I could actually use the practice. Not to mention, I would get to see your latest stuff sooner. ^_^ There's no ulterior motive there or anything... <.< >.> <.< >_<
If you wanna take me up on the offer, just let me know and I'll reply again with my e-mail.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)

Oh, sure, I'd love a beta. I can't promise you'd see anything any time soon, though. Lol, this story does not come quickly for some reason. When it does come, though, it comes in a couple of days of seven to ten page chunks. I never write like that, ever, so it's kinda weird.

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Posted by: kitsunetsuki (kitsunetsuki)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)

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Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 07:26 pm (UTC)

Posted by: masha (maryaminx)
Posted at: December 5th, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)

This goes in the "Good SPN D/s" memories file.

Excellent fic, I really enjoyed it.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 5th, 2008 02:09 am (UTC)

Thankies! ^_^

Posted by: zkid (zkid)
Posted at: December 21st, 2008 03:29 pm (UTC)

Guh! That was so hot! I think you melted me...

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 22nd, 2008 05:25 pm (UTC)

Glad you enjoyed ^_^. Thanks!

Posted by: unatral_kreatur (unatral_kreatur)
Posted at: December 21st, 2008 04:36 pm (UTC)

-^v^v----^v^v^v------------------------------- *flatlines*

ok, so i have read some good stuff, some bad stuff, and some realllllllly good stuff...
but, dear lord... the third of the above aint enough to cover it!!!
We need to invent a new word cuz ORGASMIC isn't a strong enough adjective if you ask me!
you had me from Sam/Dean and when i realised it was actually DOM!Sam/Dean i was like OMFG YES!
I am a mega sam/jared fan so my thanx that you have ruined another pair of pants! baha lol
<3 happy writing

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 22nd, 2008 05:30 pm (UTC)

Lol, that little lifeline thing is the cutest thing ever. I may have to use that somewhere.

Glad you enjoyed Toppy!Sam. Might I suggest contributing a word to my prompt table? When you add a word you can specify if you want it for fanfic, which will almost certainly be Toppy!Sam if it's Supernatural fic.

Posted by: intim8secretary (intim8secretary)
Posted at: December 31st, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)

I just read parts 1 and 2. I loved this from the opening of part one. That was probably my favorite part of the whole thing. I loved the way you had Sam imitate drunk Dean, for one thing. The porn in these was so hot, the scene you described with Sam holding Dean up in the mirror, and the part where Sam said he was really good at throat sex come to mind. However, the porn to me was perhaps secondary to the way you portrayed both Sam and Dean perfectly, as well as their relationship. Great great work. I wish this were a novel.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 31st, 2008 06:12 pm (UTC)

Thank you so much! I would never, ever survive making this thing into a novel, but thank you for the sentiment all the same. :D

Posted by: jasonsnene (jasonsnene)
Posted at: February 22nd, 2009 07:44 pm (UTC)
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Posted by: dana_aeryn (dana_aeryn)
Posted at: March 5th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)

This was so fantastically hot,I loved it sooooooo much.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: March 5th, 2009 04:29 am (UTC)

Aww, thanks again. It's always good to hear your stuff is enjoyed.

Posted by: gayron52 (gayron52)
Posted at: May 9th, 2009 11:50 am (UTC)

Loved this. Normally I am a DomDean/subSam but this was the first great DomSam/subDean I have read. Do you know of any more good ones?

Any chance of a sequel so we can find out if there is a dogDean?

Great writing.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 9th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)

Well there won't be a sequel so much, but there are two more parts of this to still be written--a morning after, and a how far they've come.

Posted by: Eleonora (eleonora_egrene)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)

Since I had to go to work today, I had to stop reading yesterday evening. I finished reading the story during breakfast. It was a very interesting way to start the day. Good interesting tough.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2009 11:50 pm (UTC)

Lol, well I'm glad you liked it.

Posted by: chromde (chromde)
Posted at: July 22nd, 2009 05:33 pm (UTC)

Wow! This story definitely constitutes as a "I'll be in my bunk moment!" Totally hot! Like, totally flipped all my switches.

And Dom!Sam/Sub!Dean is ALWAYS great. And seriously, as one troper pointed out on TvTropes the show actually portrays Sam as the kinky dominating type during sex while Dean . . . not so much. Why is just because Sam's the younger brother he's doomed to forever subdom in fanonland?

Anywho, once again, amazing story.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: July 22nd, 2009 05:55 pm (UTC)

I think that those who portray Sam as the sub just do so because of the way Dean always takes care of him. But Dean always seemed much more submissive to me.

Posted by: keerawa (keerawa)
Posted at: October 18th, 2009 09:11 am (UTC)

Oh holy shit, that was so fucking hot, I can't even .... WOWOWWOWOWOW.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: October 19th, 2009 01:22 am (UTC)

Thank you!

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Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: December 21st, 2009 05:48 am (UTC)

Aww, thank you so much. I am glad you enjoyed it. I'm working on original projects right now, but someday I will return to Lessons.

Posted by: Kitty (pureevil230)
Posted at: June 5th, 2010 08:24 pm (UTC)

guh. so hot! loved toppy sam and subby dean. loved the slight femonization of dean. hope there's more lessons 4 dean 2 learn u could make a lovely / kinky verse of sam training /retraining dean....that would be awesome

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: June 6th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)

There will, eventually, be a verse of sorts for this, but right now I'm focusing on original fiction. I do miss this little world though, and hopefully someday soon I'll return to it.

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