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Love and Duty	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Papa Winchester and his boys for fun.

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“I’m doing great,” Sam told Dean, and the fact that it was him giving the older, more experienced man the reassurance instead of the other way around felt incredibly good. Dean was letting him set the pace, seeking consent every step of the way, in total contrast to the dictates that had been ingrained in Sam for most of his life.   He’d been conditioned to think of himself as nothing but a breeder, a vessel expected to submit and passively endure whatever use his master decided to make of him.
“You’re doing awesome,” Dean confirmed, tugging off Sam’s boxers.
Sam could hear his breath catch in his throat when he finally saw him completely naked, and it only emboldened him. He put his hands on Dean’s shoulders, pressing him back against the pillows, straddling his hips when Dean complied and lay back on the bed. Sam bent down to catch Dean’s lower lip between his teeth, imitating one of Dean’s tactics. The reaction was immediate; Dean’s breath hissed between his teeth, his big, work-calloused hands reaching up to grip Sam’s hips, pulling him down as he rocked his own hips up off the mattress to frot his cock against Sam’s.
He was on top, but Dean was undeniably in control, plundering Sam’s mouth with hot, demanding kisses and making him moan with every wicked upward thrust of his hips. The intensely intimate contact of Dean’s hard cock against his own was driving him wild. He was going to come--
No, he thought frantically, just enough of the conditioning from his academy upbringing asserting itself to stop him. No, he was the one who was supposed to give, not take. Stifling a groan, Sam sat back on his heels.
“Getting a little brazen, there, Sam,” Dean teased.
He didn’t seem to be upset by the abrupt stop. If anything, Sam thought, disgruntled, his cocky groom looked fantastically pleased with himself. Dean grinned, crossing his arms behind his head and arching his back in a languid stretch, a move that only served to emphasize the jut of his erection.
“I’ll show you brazen…”   Sam was determined to wipe that knowing, insufferable grin off Dean’s face. He crouched over him again and nipped at his throat and chest with sharp little love-bites, each leaving its own possessive mark on Dean’s freckled skin. Then lower, feeling the taut muscles of his stomach tense and jump as he lapped at the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. Then lower still, wrapping a fist around the base of Dean’s cock, willing himself not to hesitate as he took him into his mouth.
“Son of a bitch…”
For an instant Sam worried that somehow he’d done something wrong, but the curse trailed off into a low, shuddering moan. Inwardly, Sam grinned. Apparently this was ‘awesome’, too. He found a rhythm, running his tongue over the velvety head of Dean’s cock, stroking his fist up the hard, straining length of the shaft.   Soon he felt Dean’s hands in his hair, twining the long strands around his fingers, wordlessly begging for more. Confident now, Sam took him deeper into his throat, reveling in this new-found power he had to drive Dean wild.
“Ahh, Sam… Ohh…” Dean was incoherent with pleasure, and Sam was loving every whimper and moan.
...Until a raucous blat of noise had him pulling his mouth off Dean’s cock, eyes wide with shock. “What the--”
Dean groaned. “Oh, hell no. They’re having a shivaree.”
“A what?”   Sam couldn’t keep the fear out of his voice. It sounded as if half the estate was outside the bedroom door. The mob was stomping and shouting, banging on what sounded like a bunch of pots and pans plundered from Ellen Harvelle’s kitchen. Another discordant metallic screech blasted forth--which just might be, Sam thought wildly, a very drunk Bobby Singer trying to play Rufus Turner’s silver cornet. “They’re going to break the door down,” he worried, instinctively reaching for the blanket to cover himself.
“Nah, they’re just making a lot of noise. It’s a tradition when people get married.” Dean ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, but otherwise calm.
Sam realized this must be another unfamiliar country custom and relaxed. “But why?” he asked, sitting back on his heels again.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Dean’s tone was sarcastic. “Maybe because they’re a bunch of jerks--”
Sam shushed him as his voice started to rise. “Well, they sound pretty drunk already. Maybe if they don’t get any reaction they’ll just wander off,” he said reasonably.
“Let’s hope so.” Dean sat up, reaching out to comb his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Crazy bunch of rednecks you’ve wound up with, huh?” he sighed.
“Guess so.”
Dean barely got a glimpse of Sam’s wicked grin before he found himself pushed flat on his back. He would have protested, but the ends of Sam’s hair brushing across his thighs made him gasp. Then his cock was engulfed in the blissful, wet heat of Sam’s throat once more and coherent thought fled. A moan tore from Dean’s throat at the incredible sensation.
“Shh. We’re being quiet so they go away,” Sam chuckled, drawing back.
Sam stopping what he was doing was just unacceptable. Dean growled and caught hold of the back of his neck, pushing him back down to his cock. The clangor of pots and pans and drunken singing out in the hallway might as well not even exist for all he noticed it now. The fingers of one hand fisted in Sam’s hair, the other clenched a handful of bedsheet as Dean tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
It was impossible. The steady suction of Sam’s sweet mouth was quickly pushing him over the edge.   Dean stifled a groan and gave Sam’s hair a tug, pulling him off his cock before he lost control. He knew the slave’s expectation for their wedding night--to be taken and used with no regard for his own desires, and Dean would be damned if he let that happen.
Hazel eyes blinked in worried query as Dean drew Sam up to lie next to him, face to face.
“I'm going to make you come first.”   Dean couldn’t help but grin as the wanton words made Sam’s cheeks flush pink.   He reached for Sam’s cock, pleased to find it still just as hard as his own.   Lining his hips up level with Sam’s, Dean took both their erections in one hand with a firm grip. Sam’s eyes practically rolled back in his head at Dean’s practiced touch, long eyelashes fluttering closed as he tried and failed to stifle a whine of pure, lustful need.
The noise of the shivaree was fading as the rowdy wedding guests retreated back downstairs with hoots and shouts of laughter, but Dean paid no attention, entranced by his virgin groom’s reactions to his first taste of sex. Sam’s hands had risen to cling to his arms as he stroked their cocks. It wasn’t going to take much to drive the horny teenager over the edge, Dean thought, and damned if he wasn’t going to follow right after.
“That’s right, Sammy. Come for me,” he urged, leaving a flurry of soft kisses across Sam’s cheekbones and eyelids before taking his mouth in another hot, demanding kiss, tasting himself on Sam’s tongue. Sam moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into Dean’s biceps as he teetered on the brink. Dean rocked his hips in time with his fist, rubbing the length of their cocks together, delighting in every shudder and gasp as he drove Sam on to his climax.
“Dean…” Sam moaned his name as his whole body went rigid.
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” Dean caressed the back of Sam’s neck with his free hand, holding him tight as he felt his cock jump within the grip of his fingers. “Just like that.” Sam’s hips bucked against Dean’s and he let out a wild shout. It was sensory overload as Sam came, their bodies pressed together so Dean felt every shudder, every frantic pulse and indrawn breath. His fist kept pumping of its own accord, its rhythm faltering as his own orgasm crashed over him.
His chest and stomach were sticky with the mingled results of their shared climax but Dean didn’t care, still elated and now sated, content just to hold Sam close. He pressed a soft kiss to Sam’s lips and brushed a few strands of sweat-damp hair back off his forehead. “That was awesome,” he murmured with a grin.
Sam looked blissfully dazed, but a small frown creased his forehead at Dean’s praise. “But we didn’t--”
Dean shushed him with another kiss. “We’ve got plenty of time for that later. And lots of other things, too.” He could just imagine…His new husband was hot as hell, and his only hang-up seemed to be wanting to make sure he pleased Dean.   Sam shifted then and stretched, and the languid, satiated motion made Dean smirk. It was obvious he’d pleased Sam, too. Reaching for a corner of the sheet, he used it to clean himself and Sam up a bit, tossing it back onto Sam’s side of the bed when he finished, counting on his sex-addled young groom not to notice. Yawning, Sam let Dean pull him back into the warm, protective circle of his embrace.
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