BOBBING FOR APPLES 1/2

Title:Bobbing For Apples

Author: Lady Crystal C

Pairing/Rating:Sam/Dean NC-17

Genre: First time, Porn, Fluff

Summary: It's the day before Halloween. Sam is on edge and Dean's inner nine-year-old is embracing the spirit early, gobbling up all the lollipops that Sam bought for the neighborhood kids. After spending an agonizing day tormented by the Candy Man, Sam lies in their motel bed, tense, restless, and looking for a way to blow off some steam so he can finally get some sleep.

Summary for part 2: Halloween night is full of surprises. Sam puts on a show. Dean put his lips to good use. There are also donut holes, apples, and panties, in no particular order.

A/N: Happy Halloween. Candy and porn for everyone!

Part I – Candyman/Tangerine Swirl Pop

Part II – Bedroom Tricks & Treats On A String

PART I: CANDYMAN/TANGERINE SWIRL POP

Sam rolled on his stomach, squirmed against the sheets, and buried his face inside his pillow with an exasperated sigh. He couldn't sleep and it was Candyman's fault. Dean had been driving him out of his mind, deep-throating twister pops, sucking on sour gummy pumpkins, and licking tangerine dum dum pops like it was a contest, burning through the stash of Halloween candy Sam had purchased for the neighborhood's kids.

Dean made it almost impossible for Sam to concentrate, as he twirled his tongue over the brightly colored lollipops over and over, long lashes lowering over his languid green eyes when he sucked on them loudly. He somehow managed to look completely unaware every time Sam stared at him, torn between the urge to yell, Stopit,Dean! and beg, Please,dothatagain. Of course, the orally fixated bastard would sleep like a baby, after a long day of sex with candy, while Sam was left to toss and turn, his groin aching with unappeased lust.

Sam shifted to the side and slid his hand between his thighs, the unbearable tension lessening when he pressed his palm against his bulge. He quietly pulled his pajama pants down and took himself in hand, silently lamenting the fact that his lotion was in the shower cabinet, but deciding that a long trip to the bathroom would wake Dean and quickly arouse his suspicions.

He ran his fingers along his shaft, slowly grazing it from the tip to the root. His eyelids lowered when he pictured the shiny round balls sinking between his brother's wet, plump lips, going in, and out. He fondled his balls and rubbed the pad of his fingers along the thick vein on the underside, shutting his eyes as he remembered the hypnotic movement of Dean's pink tongue as it glided around the sphere-shaped piece of candy. He closed his hand, his cheek pressing against the soft pillow as his fist traveled up and down his swelling prick.

The powdered sugar from the chewy sour balls, clinging to those soft, full lips. Dean's greedy tongue darting out to lick the tiny white crystals. Dean…

Sam bit his lip and clasped his cock, the tight circle formed by his fingers squeezing around the crown as he twisted his fist over the head.

He stopped for a second, interrogated the silence for any indication that Dean had woken up, then took a moment to control his racing heart after confusing his own breathing with the imaginary sound of sheets rustling behind him. He went back to playing with himself and he rolled his fist around the head, his mouth falling open as drops of precome wetted his palm.

He could see again the orange sheen of tangerine painting those sinful lips. He imagined himself, slamming the cocktease against the wall, flicking his tongue over his brother's stained bottom lip to taste the sticky sugar there. He would slip his tongue inside Dean's mouth to search for the sweet citrusy fruit flavor inside. Dean's eyes would grow wide with surprise, or maybe feigned innocence, ―the tease.

"So fucking beautiful," Sam mouthed, careful not to make a sound.

He would crush those lips under his, trap Dean against the wall if he even thought about going anywhere. Dean had been looking for trouble all day, and he wouldn't be disappointed. With a silent hiss, Sam started pumping his fist faster, rubbing the precome that was pooling at the slit over his shaft to make his movements more fluid. Ohyes. He would roll his tongue around Dean's, and give his brother the dirty, bruising kiss he had been working for.

Areyoubeendoingitonpurpose?Doyouenjoytoyingwithmelikethis?Doyouevenknowwhatyou'redoingtome? He wouldn't give Dean the chance to say anything. He would bite his mouth if he tried to speak and shut him up for good by snaking his hand into Dean's jeans.

Dean. His brother's name was like a mantra on his lips as he jacked off. He raised a hand to his chest and rolled his nipple, thinking about those pretty lips around that lollipop, wondering how they would look, how they would feel around his cock. He squeezed below the tip of his erection for a few seconds, to regain some control when the image of Dean's head lowering between his legs flashed through his mind.

A shocked gasp escaped his mouth and a sudden cold crawled over his heated skin when he felt an arm slide around his waist. He scrunched his eyes tight, mortified, waiting for the 'bone-fingering' joke and roaring laughter he knew were coming. He wondered if he had moved around too much, made noises, or worse, spoken his brother's name out loud. He remained petrified, unable to say anything or even pull away. He felt his brother's fingernails trace a slow circle around his navel and felt Dean's breath close to his ear as he whispered, "Keep going."

Sam's breathing returned, shallow and labored. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was holding his dick, and Dean was touching him, asking him to continue. Tingling waves of pleasure coursed through him from head to toe, and he tugged on his cock, more turned on than ever.

He began stroking himself anew, panting when Dean's mouth pressed against his shoulder. He shivered when his brother wrapped his hand around his. It was hotter than all the images Sam had been conjuring up in his mind, and it increased his pleasure even more. He swallowed a moan as both their fists worked him over, and he leaned against the solid weight behind him. He could feel the heat of Dean's erection on his skin, and he rubbed his ass against it, muted whimpers breaking from his lips as he swung his hips to meet his brother's thrusts.

"That's it. I wanna hear you, Sammy," Dean said, tightening his fingers around Sam's.

Moans started to pour from Sam's lips while he jerked his cock faster, his waist undulating as he curved his hips to bump his backside against Dean's dick.

"Come on, baby," Dean murmured only a second before sucking the skin in the crook of Sam's neck into his mouth.

Sam cried out at the sharp bite, and his body shook violently while his release splattered across his stomach. Lost in a thick, dizzying fog of heat and pleasure, he came down slowly, his ragged breaths soothed by the calloused hand skimming across his chest.

He felt his brother's finger glide through the wetness on his stomach and opened his mouth to taste himself when Dean touched his bottom lip. He sucked on the finger as if it had been Dean's cock until Dean withdrew his hand. He felt the familiar tickle on his belly again, but this time, he heard suction noises behind his back.

He turned around, wishing he could have seen his brother licking his come off his hand, but imagining and hearing it was enough to make his cock stir again. When Dean climbed on top of him, he reached for him, seeking his mouth in the dark. Their first kiss wasn't candy sweet like the one he had been fantasizing about, it tasted like himself, like ecstasy, and it was so good that Sam groaned shamelessly when Dean pulled away.

A chill went up his spine when he felt his brother's tongue curl around him to lick him clean, then he leaned back, spreading his legs apart, and savored the wet caress until it got to be too much. He covered his crotch and grabbed Dean's as he crawled back up, finding him thick, painfully hard, and throbbing violently under his touch. Dean felt good, warm, and heavy in his hand, as he moved his fingers around him. He pulled him close for another kiss and clenched his fist around him when he tried to move.

"I wanna try something," Dean explained.

Sam let Dean out of his grasp, signifying that he was willing to participate, whatever the game.

Dean swiped his hand over Sam's stomach, collecting the come that coated it, then he rolled his brother over and sat on his thighs.

Sam felt wetness spread over his ass. His fingers tugged at his pillow when Dean's hands parted his cheeks, and the urge to feel Dean push himself inside of him flared within him when a slick finger ran down his cleft. He arched his back, his pulse thrumming with anticipation, and he waited for what would follow.

He felt the smooth, hard flesh slap against his ass, then slide in the middle, rubbing, back and forth over the whole length while strong hands lovingly handled his butt cheeks. Sam let out a soft moan and closed his eyes, understanding what his brother was doing. It wasn't what he was preparing for, but it felt great all the same. He braced himself against the mattress, and he began to move in synch with Dean, his hair falling into his face as he rocked his hips against his brother, giving as much stimulation as he could. Small gasps erupted from his throat and he wriggled on the sheets, while Dean dug his fingers into the flesh and muscle, stroking, gripping, squeezing, worshipping the round globes like no one had before, all the while massaging the space between them with his dick.

Dean fell forward, catching himself on his forearms. He fucked harder into the smooth gap and grabbed Sam's wrists, pinning his brother to the bed while he dropped breathy kisses along the side of his face.

"Fucking hot ass, Sammy," he panted, his breath sharp against Sam's cheek. "Always wanted to do this."

He dragged his lips across the curve of Sam's neck and teased the sensitive hollow behind his brother's ear with the tip of his tongue until he had Sam shaking and whimpering under him. He freed Sam's wrists, slid his arms around his waist, and pulled him up, just enough to lift his ass in the air without actually putting him on his knees. He moved his tool inside the burning hot channel, sinking his fingers into the meat, spreading and pressing the butt cheeks together while he slid between them, his pelvis slapping against Sam's ass with each thrust.

He pushed hard and fast in the last few strokes, hissing and grunting as the first stream of come slid down the small of Sam's back before he grabbed his cock to douse Sam's butt with the rest. He wanted to turn on the light to see how incredible Sam looked with Dean's come smeared all over his ass, but he couldn't take his hands off him, loving the feeling of that luscious, perfect ass under his palms as he rubbed his cream over the full curves. He would marvel at the sight some other time.

Sam let out a content sigh as soft lips climbed up his back. The hair rose on his skin when Dean gently bit the nape of his neck then soothed the burn with a kiss before falling to the side, a limp arm thrown around Sam's waist. They traded lazy kisses for a while, then Sam nestled into the arms that were tightening around him.

"So what got you in the mood?" Dean asked, a possessive hand resting against Sam's hip.

"Some jerk who'll explain to kids tomorrow why there's no candy in motel rooms."

Dean landed a smack on Sam's ass, and damn if the noise it made didn't sound like "bitch". Sam groaned in protest but snuggled a little closer all the same.

"Good night, Sammy," Dean whispered, his fingers tender as they tangled into the brown locks.

He waited for Sam to say something, and his lips quirked into a smile when all he received in reply was a soft snore after a minute or two. Yeah, he nodded in the dark. Pretending the motel they had checked into no longer had two-bed rooms available after working Sam into a frenzy all day? Best plan he had come up with to get into his brother's pants since he had started shoving plastic and human hearts under Sam's frowning face every Valentine's Day since Sam had turned twenty five.

Part II - Bedroom Tricks & Treats On A String