Title: Inevitability
Word Count: 646
Pairing: Wincest
A/N: Request was 'Wincest, Dean topping Sam, extra hardcore, dirty talk.'
Summary: Dean's more than a little upset with Sam when he gets back from downstairs.
Warnings: Incest (wincest), rough sex, NC-17.
Dean's so pissed he could kill someone.
Sam's seen that look before. Jaw set, eyes narrowed, bottom lip slightly tucked between his teeth. Sam bets Dean's lip is already bleeding. The slam of the hotel door as Dean steps inside almost makes Sam cringe. He feels like a kid again and Dean's wrath is terrifying.
"Dean, I-I'm sorry, I said I'm sor-" Sam starts, closing his laptop.
"I don't want to hear it, dude, okay?" Dean just shakes is head and refuses to look at him.
There's an akward silence as Dean stares at the wall. Sam's almost ready to leave the hotel himself, there's only so much he can of this he can take sober, before Dean shifts and looks at him.
"You know what? I do want to hear it, Sam," Dean's voice cuts like glass. "Thinking I was dead was one thing, but sneaking off to fuck Ruby in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping beside you? That's a whole other ballpark. And the blood. The fucking blood, Sam. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Sam is so ashamed, he turns, rolling over on his own twin bed, back to Dean.
"I don't know," he finally manages.
"You don't know?" Dean's laughing and that scares Sam more than anything.
The next thing he knows, Sam's being flipped all the way onto his stomach and Dean's hands are digging hard into his hip bones. Sam tries not to panic. When Dean leans down to bite at the side of Sam's jaw, he can smell the whiskey on his breath.
"I'm gone four months, Sam. Four months. And that's all it takes for you to turn into a goddamn whore?"
The heavy breathing in his ear and Dean's weight on his back are causing Sam's cock to twitch to life. He grinds into the bed and Dean slaps his side. It's probably going to bruise, Sam thinks.
"You don't do anything unless I tell you, got that, Sammy?" Dean's anger is still present as he starts peeling of Sam's shirt. Sam lets him, he deserves this. Dean hasn't fucked him since Castiel dragged him out of hell, and, it's sad, but Sam will take what he can get.
Sam's jealousy at the thought that Dean might be sleeping with Cas makes him bite down on the fingers Dean's got shoved in his mouth. Dean pulls his hand away with a start, then pushes Sam into the matress, pinning him in place.
Dean jerks down Sam's pants, just to his knees, and pulls out his awakening erection, giving it a few quick pumps to bring it to its full length.
He's rough and Sam lets out a groan of pain when Dean's cock is pressed up against him. No spit, no lube. He lets go of Sam's neck and presses the middle and index fingers of both hands up against Sam's ass, spreading the cheeks as he tries to push his dick in.
Sam's muttering obscenities into his pillow and Dean, aggravated that Sam's ass isn't giving, spits down on Sam's hole and slides it around the flesh of his cock.
It's still a struggle, but he finally manages to make leeway, short thrusts that hurt just as much as feel good.
"Dean," Sam's moaning now, "please. Please."
"Please what?" Dean bites out, hips rocking into Sam's at a furious pace.
"More," is all Sam can make out.
Dean's on the edge now, and he shoots his load in Sam's ass, come making the final thrusts that much sweeter before he slides out, cock still pulsating as Dean gets off the bed and glances at Sam.
Sam's still laying on the bed, his own erection angry and red, curling against his stomach untouched. The feeling of denial and the ache of his straining cock only remind him that he deserves this. He does.