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29 March 2008 @ 01:27 pm
Guess what? Right! SPN fic.  

Powder Residues
PWP. I couldn't manage a plot even if my life depended on it.
Unbetad. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors.

"I can't believe you fucking did that". Dean slammed the door behind him. New town, new motel room, same shit as always. At the moment he was too occupied by being angry as hell to notice though. But he had seen the looks the guy at the desk had given them, the 'know what you gonna do' glare, and that had pissed him off even more. Because the guy was right; they were going to fuck like rabbits, Dean and his little brother. The spawn from hell.

Sam smiled blithely at him, "Just wanted you to know what it was like. No harm intended, I survived it."

"If you want to fuck me, you could just ask, you idiot! You didn't have to smear that stuff on my face."

Sam didn't even flinch when Dean yelled at him. "I know, but it's much more fun like this." 

"I thought we had paused the practical jokes!" Dean was getting hot, he pulled at his shirt and tried to rub away some of the tingling at the same time.

"If I were you, I'd get a shower now." Sam's voice was still mild and the gentle smile in place. Dean glared at him and huffed in frustration. "You evil son of a bitch. I'll get you for this."

"I'm sure you will, but you still love me." Sam's face lit up with a beatific grin, "You can't help but love me, especially not now.

"Love you? Right now I hate you," Dean hissed between clenched teeth. The tingling was getting really annoying and he was hard, had been for an hour, since Sam had ambushed him and rubbed the powder stained handkerchief over his face. "Bitch!"

"Not tonight, Dean, not tonight."

Dean slammed the bathroom door behind him, and banged his fist into it for good measure. The shower didn't help. He was still hot when he got out, the tingles spreading in him, centring in the middle, making his body slowburn with need. And something was happening down there, he tried to ignore it, but when the first trickle seeped out from his ass, he managed to crack a tile in the shower wall. Left his knuckles bruised but that he could live with.

He left the bathroom and slammed the door again, just to make a point. Sam was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels, sipping on a beer. Dean threw himself on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He hadn't bothered to put clothes on, he couldn't fit his cock into a pair of boxers anyway by now. And the clothes would probably just be ruined by the fluid seeping from him. He spread his legs and glared again at Sam's studiously ignorant back.

It was time to fess up. "Sammy. I've never done it like this."

"I know," Sam didn't look at him, just put the bottle to his mouth and took another swallow. "Could be fun to try though."

"No, I mean I've never been fucked in the ass."

Sam turned, the neck of the bottle still between his lips. Instead of saying anything, he let the bottle slip even further into his mouth, all the while looking at Dean, just as slowly out, letting the tip of his tongue linger on the rim, dipping into the hole.

"What the hell are you doing? You planning on a porn career, man?"

Sam winked at him and sucked the bottleneck back, cheeks hollowing, eyes fluttering shut. He let out a downright filthy moan and again Dean was where he couldn't handle it anymore. His brother had developed a knack for driving him up the wall lately, but this was so way too much.

"Hmmm, like that would you," Sam mumbled around the bottle. "I could practice on you." He made a show off licking the neck up and down, twirling his tongue around the top, dipping his tongue again and again.

"For fuck's sake! Stop that and get over here. Going crazy here!" Dean really couldn't stand it anymore, watching Sammy give the bottle a blow job and the tingling morphing into a steady, pulsing throb in his ass. He was a little scared, he knew what was going to happen, no matter what he thought about it and Dean didn't give over like that. Now he had no choice and there was an uneasy knot in his chest, and he was angry at Sam for doing this, not asking, but should it happen it might as well be Sammy doing the honours. Dean could always beat his ass afterward if it went awful. So much had changed the last few days so why not change this too? Angry sex, on the other hand, was said to be the best sex and he really needed to get off, his whole body was thrumming and begging for something, anything, to happen. If Sam had felt anything like that, there was now wonder he had been cranky before he jumped Dean.

Dean grabbed his cock, trying to ease some of the ache but that only made it worse. "Sammy!"

The bottle thunked down on the table and Sam was over at the bed, on top of Dean, in a heartbeat. "Desperate, much?" he asked. If Sam's teeth hadn't bit down on Dean's nipple at the exact right moment, Sam would have gotten a wallop on the ear to make him deaf for a week. As it was, Dean was too busy groaning and arching his chest into Sam's touch. Teeth grazed his collarbone, tongue touched his throat and Sam mumbled something. "What?"

"Is it true, you never been fucked?" Sam rested his forehead against Dean's cheek, waiting.
Dean nodded. "But…I thought." Sam leaned back so he could look at Dean. "I mean, I've been watching you fuck your way through the country, and you never…? Sam sounded incredulous.

"No Sammy, I've never. I've never met anyone I trusted that much." Dean groaned when Sam went back to biting his nipple again. "But I'm wondering what's gotten into you, doing a thing like this," Dean said when he could breath again.

Sam leered at him, "You did. You got into me."

"Oh that's so cheesy! But seriously…ooh, lick there again…you never said anything about anything and now we're doing this and you actually gave me a fucking drug to get to fuck me. What the hell, man?"

Sam looked up from where he had been sucking on Dean's thigh, "Dude, I've been fucking guys since I was fourteen. You just never noticed. And you never noticed me ogling you either. But I've watched you, really watched you, with girls and guys, in the car, back alleys, wherever, you never saw me though." He dipped his head and licked a long, wet stripe on Dean's thigh.

"You've been stalking me, you sick pervert?" It was getting decidedly hard to concentrate on the conversion but Dean had the feeling that they had to finish it before the main event, get things out in the open.  "Get your clothes off."

Sam sat up and pulled of shirt and jeans. They hadn't been shy with each other for years but to see Sam strip, awkwardly balancing on his knees, put a new level to nakedness. Sam wasn't just naked, but laid bare, he was doing this for Dean and no one else. Dean let his eyes roam over Sam's body and damn, the boy was big. He had noticed before, felt the occasional twang of jealousy over not being hung like a fucking horse like little brother, but now he became hyper aware of the size. That was going up his ass and it would definitely not fit. Or maybe it would, it had too because there was no shot that he would tell Sam to back off, he would never hear the end of that, chickening out. Not like he could bail out on this anyhow, his body was very clear in telling him what it needed.

Sam lay down on Dean, covering him like a blanket. "You know what pissed me off? That you didn't see me, not even when I got drugged the other night. You tried to get me hooked up with a stranger. That was really fucking annoying and that was why I tried to handle it myself. Couldn't though. Wanted you." He bit down hard on Dean's shoulder. "Wanted for a long time, and you, stupid jerk, didn't see me. But now you do. And you'll feel me too."

"So this is a get back? Revenge for old times?" Dean panted when he tried to wriggle away from Sam, but it was useless, little brother was too big.

"A little, but mostly because I really, really want to fuck you." Sam pushed Dean's legs apart with his knee and settled between them. "You have no idea how much you turn me on, Dean. You make me so fucking hot I can't think."

Dean tried to glare but it got lost again when Sam rolled hips just so and his hard cock nudged behind Dean's balls. That was the closest anyone had ever gotten to his ass, should be scary but the way Sam slid against him, rubbing over his swollen, wet hole made him jerk his hips up, made Sam hit the mark and before he knew it, Sam was half way in.

"Sweet fucking god!" Dean jerked his hips again, trying to get Sam deeper. Conversation was definitely over now, his brain had relocated to below his waist and it demanded attention. He wailed, couldn't believe a sound like that was coming from him, when Sam pulled out.

"Turn over, I wanna see," Sam's voice was harsh, his breath ragged. Dean pushed up on his hands and knees without thinking, as long as he got Sam back inside, slaking the burn, he would do anything.  He wailed again when hotwet tongue licked his crack, pushed at him, pushed in him. "Fuck, you even taste like pussy," Sam muttered. "Looks like it too, wet and swollen. He rose up on his knees and pushed inside in one long thrust. "Should see this, you're so stretched around me."

Dean grabbed a hold of the headboard and pushed back the best he could. There was no time for talking now, only the insane need of being filled and the thumping of his pulse. Sam's hand was in his hair, pulling at what he could grasp, pulled Dean up sitting on his lap. The air left Dean in swoosh when Sam bottomed out, hitting his sweet spot straight on. "Come on, Dean, take what you need. Move."

The stretch was almost unbearable, but only almost. Dean rolled his hips experimentally and his vision got grey at the edges. Sam pushed up, meeting him on the down stroke, rubbing over that spot again. Slowly they got a rhythm going, Dean hanging onto the headboard, brazing for impact, when Sam pushed him forward again. He bit his cheek so not to make all the embarrassing noises that queued up in his throat, but he couldn't hold the shout back when Sam rammed into him, hard, making him fall forward, down on his shoulders, Sam's great big hand holding his waist, pulling him back on the hard cock spearing him.

Sam swore behind him and pumped faster and Dean felt him coming, flooding his insides and he couldn't hold back, his body tensing in a bone cracking spasm when he emptied himself on the mattress.
The tingling was gone, but not the strange, empty feeling in his ass. Dean squirmed a little, trying to get away from the wet spot, but Sam's body behind him didn't budge. A soft snore told Dean all he needed to know about Sam's state of mind at the moment and he cursed silently to himself. He so had to get Sam back for this. But on the other hand, it hadn't been so bad after all. Had been great actually, but no way he was going to admit that. Next time Sam wanted to get his cock up Dean's arse, he would have to beg. Maybe do the tricks he had done with the bottle, show on Dean how he had managed to get so much bottle neck down his throat without choking.

The last week had been strange. Since Sam had come back from the date, their entire set up had changed. Dean felt he should be revolted or at least upset with the way things had taken, but he didn't have it in him. Somehow this was the only way to go for them. They couldn't rely on any other than each other, couldn't start up relationships with outsiders. He was still angry about what Sam had done, but revenge is a dish best served cold and Sam would be treated to a five course dinner, that was for sure. Dean pressed closer to Sam's sleeping body and dozed off with a smile on his lips.


SivanShemesh: pic#73112589sivanshemesh on March 29th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)
Is there going to be a sequel, cause it was damn hot. I love PWP stories...

Thank you for writing it! :-)

Sivan Shemesh
Vesta: vmanbiggelois on March 30th, 2008 08:15 am (UTC)
Re: Sequel?
At this moment I'm not planning a sequel.
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
angels3angels3 on March 30th, 2008 01:50 am (UTC)
That was just kind of wrong of Sam. Dean didn't hit him with the powder and then to do it to Dean and take away his choice just seems a little callous.

Even so, damn if it wasn't hot. Just thinking about Sam pulling him back into his thrusts is enough to melt my brain.
Vesta: vmanbiggelois on March 30th, 2008 08:19 am (UTC)
First; thank you, glad you liked.
Second; Sam did a bad thing. He's always Mr Goodietwoshoes, I wanted to change that a little. That it turned worse than I had planned can only be blamed on me being unstructured.
angels3angels3 on March 30th, 2008 08:02 pm (UTC)
It didn't turn out bad just Sam was a bastard and I didn't see it coming. I hate being unprepared, I should have been a girl scout but I was more into being a tomboy and I couldn't be in the boy scouts so...

Sam is definitely not a goodietwoshoes in this one. I wanted Dean to start yelling Christo cause hello Sam was just off the charts.
Vesta: vmanbiggelois on March 30th, 2008 08:43 pm (UTC)
No, I mean, he got worse than I had planned. Perhaps I should have warned or something but I don't like to do that, sorta spoils the surprise you know.
You could run your own scout group, you and the girls, and have hubby being bait when you're tracking and stuff. Family activity :)