Title: One for the Team
Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz
Info: Sam's had a rough two weeks without the use of his hands and Dean gives him a little…help. Dean/Sam
Author's Note: This was a friend's plot bunny…well I say 'plot'…Wincest/first time/fellatio/PWP/m/m
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh
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Sam lay back on his bed in the motel room and sighed softly as he stared up at the ceiling. He shifted his still painful hands and wished he could take the bandages off. Both hands were wrapped in layer after layer of gauze making them useless to him ever since they'd had a run in with an acid spitting demon. Two weeks of not being able to even go to the bathroom without help had frustrated him past even his epic level of patience and knowing he still had at least two more two go was not helping. Adding to his misery were the sounds coming from the television across the room where, even with the volume down, Sam could hear the couple making happy noises.
He glanced briefly at Dean's profile and the amused smirk on his face before rolling away again. His cock was ridiculously hard in his sweats and he gingerly tried to rub one of his bandage-mittened hands over it for some relief. Two weeks of Dean having to do pretty much everything for him from feeding him to helping him in the bathroom and now he was watching porn and dammit parts of Sam were very much aware they hadn't had any action in weeks.
Sam shifted uncomfortably and the damn bandages rubbed on the burnt skin beneath making him hiss with pain and frustration.
"Sammy?" Dean's attention was instantly on his little brother, attuned as he'd become to the various pain sounds he made the last two weeks and he was making one of them now. He got up and ignored his brother's muffled 'I'm fine' and sat on the edge of his bed. Dean took his hip and pulled him over. "What hurts? I got more of the good stu…" Dean trailed off as he caught sight of the tent in Sam's sweats that he was clearly trying to hide and he smirked, meeting the bright red blush creeping up to Sam's eyes. "Havin' a little problem are we?"
"Shuddup." Sam rolled back over but Dean grabbed his hip again and brought him back.
"Dude." Dean chuckled. "I could take care of that for you. Not like I haven't been in no man's land the last two weeks." It was true, with the bandages, Sam couldn't even get his own pants open to take a piss so he was a lot more comfortable with Sam's jewels than he had been and this…well this was just one more facet to add in his 'take care of Sammy' book.
"What? Are you cracked?" Sam pushed his hand off and shoved up in the bed then groaned as the motion hurt his hands. "Shit." He cradled both hands against his chest in their bandage cocoons and closed his eyes.
"Two more weeks, dude," Dean informed with a grin and laid a hand on Sam's hip again but closer to the straining fabric. "You really gonna go that long without rubbin' one out? Come on."
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed as his big brother suddenly stood, straddled him and tugged his sweatpants down to his knees and took his boxer briefs with them. "Dean! You're my brother for crying out loud. Get off!"
"Yep. That's right." Dean grinned and stretched out between Sam's legs, preventing him from rolling back to his side. He took in the sight of Sam's large, engorged cock; so hard it was curved up into his stomach and the tip already damp. "Big brother knows best, Dude and your little brain obviously knows what it needs." He gestured to Sam's crotch with a laugh. "Now get comfy." He waggled his brows.
"No, no, no!" Sam rocked up off the bed as Dean's hand closed around his cock. "Fuck!" He should have shoved Dean off. He could have kicked him or put a foot on his shoulder and pushed him. Sam could have done a lot of things but his brain froze happily in its tracks as Dean's soft, sinful lips lowered and sucked in the head of his cock with a wet slurp.
Dean grinned around him and closed his eyes so he could concentrate because watching Sam's back arch up and the shocked look of bliss on his face were too damn distracting. He tasted somewhere between bitter and sweet, not as bad as he'd been expecting, and figured it had to be all the frou-frou sweet coffee his brother drank. Dean took more of his considerable length in his mouth and wrapped his fingers firmly around the base.
Sam choked on a gasp of pleasure as Dean hollowed his cheeks around him and let his head hit the wall with a thunk. He wanted…he wanted…to dig his fingers into his brother's short hair…to get his fingers to his mouth and feel those lips stretching around him. "Fuck!" He cursed again as he felt Dean's tongue curl around the underside of his cock.
Dean bobbed back up and tried to think of all the things he enjoyed in a good blow job. He stiffened his tongue and dug it into the slit at the head of Sam's cock and groaned around him when Sam shouted and writhed beneath him; Dean's firm hand on his hip the only thing that kept him bucking his hips up into his mouth and choking him. Yahtzee, he thought to himself and did it again before sucking hard as he took him deep again and twisted his hand at his base.
"Oh, god!" Sam moaned and gave himself over to the feeling of Dean wrapped around him. It was too much. His lips, his tongue, his hand and Sam shuddered out a plea as he felt his brother's fingers trail down between his legs, over his testicles and further back. Even Dean's hand on his hip couldn't stop him jerking up deeper into his mouth and he felt the head of his cock brush the back of Dean's throat for a moment.
Dean popped off with a cough. "Dude." He laughed. "Don't choke me." He got his mouth back around his brother before Sam could say anything and swirled his tongue under the head in the sensitive spot he knew had to be there and sure enough, Sam let loose a long, filthy moan worth of the porn still playing on the screen across the room. The moan turned into a strangled sort of cry as he got adventurous and pressed the pad of one finger into Sam's ass. He hummed around Sam's cock and his brother was writhing now with bandaged hands pawing at the back of his head and shoulders as he whimpered and moaned.
Sam was shaking with the need to come and Dean was dragging him closer and closer at breakneck speed. He wanted to feel embarrassed over it, over reacting so strongly to Dean's finger inside him but then Dean crooked that finger and found his sweet spot and Sam slapped back onto the bed, crying out as pleasure exploded behind his eyes. "Dean! God…DEAN!"
Dean knew Sam was close. He could feel his balls pulling up tight and the full body shudder was non-stop under his hands. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked Sam down at the same moment he crooked his finger inside him again and Sam was lost. He kept Sam's cock at the back of his throat and swallowed around him as he came practically down Dean's throat with a scream of pleasure. Dean looked up under his eyelashes to watch him; back arching beautifully off the bed, bandaged hands scrabbling for any purchase and then finally he collapsed, gasping for air in a chest covered in a sheen of sweat. He drew his finger out of Sam and slowly pulled his mouth off the softening cock with a last swallow.
"Awesome," Dean breathed in a hoarse voice with a satisfied grin. He gently rose up and slid Sam's legs off his back while his little brother just lay in the bed; spent. He picked up the arm hanging off the side of the bed and laid it beside him then crawled up his body to look into his face. "Dude, you alive?" He chuckled as Sam gazed up at him with a completely fucked-out expression. "Yep, you'll live." He climbed off his brother and pulled his sweats back up, then drew the blanket over him.
"Dean." Sam's voice was a pleasure-spent whisper as he looked up at his brother and smiled lazily. "Thanks."
Dean crooked his thumbs at himself as he headed for the bathroom. "Who's an awesome big brother?"
Sam chuckled sleepily and curled over on his side. He glanced up at the television as the bathroom door shut and smirked, closing his eyes as the woman on screen hit her orgasm. "Mine was better."
Dean snorted, hearing the soft comment and pressed his palm over his own hard-on before turning on the shower. After watching Sam come, he had his own problem to deal with. "Too hot for his own damn good. Son of a bitch."
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To Be Continued...