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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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"Time for breakfast." Dean wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled back to the bed, delving into the picnic basket with gusto.
Sam followed, putting aside his confusion for the time being. Now that Dean mentioned it, he was hungry, too. “Hey, not in the bed,” he protested when Dean sprawled back against the pillows with a pastry.
“Priss,” Dean scoffed, but quickly moved to an armchair near the fireplace, acknowledging the wisdom of keeping crumbs out of the sheets.
Sam stifled a rueful chuckle. Dean’s jeans lay in a tangle on the bathroom floor, right where he’d dropped them, and his wedding clothes lay in a similar, crumpled pile near the bed. Sharing a room with his handsome slob of a husband was going to be... Interesting, he concluded tactfully, stifling a rueful chuckle. Choosing a biscuit and a jar of jam--peach, Sam noted, pleased, his favorite flavor--he frowned when he saw that Dean hadn’t brought any utensils back from his kitchen raid. “I’ve got a pocket knife here somewhere,” he murmured, looking around the room helplessly, but whoever had unpacked his things hadn’t left it anywhere in sight.
“You’ve got fingers, don’t you?” Dean spoke carelessly around a mouthful of pastry, scattering crumbs.
Sam shrugged, scooped a liberal helping of the golden, sweet preserves out of the jar with his index finger and smeared it on the biscuit. Dean abruptly changed from his lazy sprawl to swift motion, reaching across the narrow space between their chairs and capturing Sam’s hand in his. Before Sam could protest, he slid his finger into his mouth.
It was as if Dean’s tongue had somehow created a direct connection to his cock. It didn’t matter that he’d climaxed just a few minutes ago. Sam’s cock was half hard the moment Dean started sucking the jam off his finger.
Green eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled back. “Eat your breakfast, Sammy.”
His husband’s own erection was on positively brazen display, Sam thought, his eyes drawn to where it tented the towel loosely draped around Dean’s hips. Sam bit his biscuit in half with one large bite. Chewing, he pushed the other half toward Dean, who opened his mouth and let Sam feed it to him. Hands free now, Sam twitched the towel off Dean and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock.
Dean threw his head back and moaned as Sam stroked him. “Oh, that’s so good--”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Sam lectured, still chewing his oversized bite of biscuit.
“You don’t talk with your mouth full,”   Dean countered automatically.
“Shut up.” Sam slid to the floor and positioned himself between Dean’s knees.   His erection jutted up from his lap, a pearly drop of pre-cum welling up from the slit.
“No, you shut uh-- Ah, son of a bitch…”   Dean moaned as his young husband licked the head of his cock, lapping up the droplet, the too-fleeting sensation of Sam’s tongue on his cock almost unbearable. He felt as if he’d been holding back for hours, ever since waking up next to Sam sprawled out naked in his bed like a teenaged Adonis. And after sucking Sam off in the shower… Dean practically growled with need, his patience almost completely spent. “Ohhhh...I want to come down your throat.”
Sam licked the length of his cock, the same teasing tactic Dean had used on him in the shower, and Dean moaned again, thrilling to the sensation, wanting more. He gripped the arms of the chair, reminding himself to let Sam experiment, set his own pace. The urge to snatch his groom up in his arms and throw him down on the bed was strong, but he’d vowed never to make Sam feel like a piece of property.   The thought gave him the willpower to hold back.
But Sam wanted to repay the favor, after all, not torment his groom.   One more long, firm lick, and then he slid Dean’s cock into his mouth, leaning down to take in his full length.   Dean let out a stream of half-coherent curses as his cock hit the back of Sam’s throat. Just last night the angry-sounding words would have worried Sam, but now, more familiar with Dean’s reactions, he felt triumphant. Dean was clearly loving this.
He took Dean’s cock deep into his throat with every stroke, savoring every noise Dean made, every response. Kneeling in front of Dean’s chair, Sam didn’t feel degraded at all. He felt elated, knowing he could drive the self-assured, experienced older man wild.   Dean’s hips began to buck up off the seat cushion, a sure sign he was losing it, and Sam moaned with pleasure as he took his cock even deeper, letting Dean know he welcomed the loss of control. He slid his hand under the towel wrapped around his waist and took his own cock in a firm grip, syncing the strokes of his hand and mouth.
Dean came, his body tensing as Sam’s throat muscles tightened around his cock as he swallowed, hands clenched on the chair arms so tightly he thought for an instant that it might break. After waiting so long, his climax seemed to go on and on, wave after wave. Dean reached out and stroked his fingers through Sam’s hair as the powerful sensations ebbed away, leaving his sated cock suddenly over-sensitive. He pushed Sam back gently, only then noticing his young husband was on the brink of his own orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s right, Sam, come for me. Don’t stop,” he ordered as Sam’s cheeks flushed with that cute, embarrassed blush of his and the movement of his hand under the towel faltered. Dean sat up and leaned in, catching hold of Sam’s wrist and keeping his hand in contact with his straining cock. “Don’t stop,” he repeated. “Don’t ever be embarrassed, Sammy. God, you look so hot.”   His teenaged Adonis, Dean thought with an inward chuckle.   Marriage was turning out to be way more fun that he ever could have hoped. He caught hold of the nape of Sam’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and stifling Sam’s moans as he jerked himself off to his second climax of the morning.

A little while later they sprawled side-by-side on a rug on the floor--a compromise, since Dean wanted to spend their first full day of marriage lounging in bed, but Sam still held the line on crumbs in the sheets. “This is the life,” Dean sighed contentedly, popping the last bite of a pastry into his mouth and reaching for Sam.
“Uh-huh. It’s not bad,” Sam chuckled, letting Dean spoon up against him.
“Not bad?” Dean pretended affront. “Pfft, it’s awesome.”
Sam turned his head, hiding a smirk.   “Yes, I am, thanks.”
Dean decided not to give him the usual argument. “You are. How’d a virgin bookworm learn to suck cock like that, anyway?” he teased, but regretted it immediately as he felt Sam’s back and shoulders stiffen. Suddenly horrified he asked, “They didn’t make you practice on--”
“No!” Sam scowled as he sat up. “Oh, gross, no.”
“Well, then, how?” Dean sat up to face his husband. Clearly he’d touched on a sore subject, but now his curiosity had to be satisfied.   Sam generally spoke of his academy upbringing in St. Louis neutrally, sometimes even with outright affection and nostalgia. The idea that he might have been subjected to abuse there made Dean’s temper rise.
A long moment passed before Sam replied. “We just learned, you know, the way little kids learn to do any sort of trick,” he said, voice carefully controlled. “We’d make bets, like all kids do: who could skip a stone the farthest, who could hold their breath the longest… Who could stick their fingers down their throat without gagging on them.” Sam demonstrated, pushing two fingers deep into his mouth, then pulled them out with a shrug.   “We all thought it was just another game. It wasn’t until I was older that I figured out what it was for.”
And what it was for, Dean thought, was learning to please the masters they’d eventually be sold off to. The thought sickened him. As a fertile male himself, he’d known all his life that he’d be expected to produce heirs, but never gave much thought to the system that reduced child-bearing males to a commodity, property to be bought and sold.
He realized the silence had stretched between them after Sam’s explanation. Dean stuck his fingers into his own mouth experimentally, cautiously touching his soft palate. Predictably, his stomach gave a lurch and he gagged.
Sam snorted. “I can give you lessons,” he offered sweetly, the picture of innocence.
Dean’s mind flashed on a mental image of Sam’s cock down his throat and he felt his face heat up. His intention to break the awkward pause in conversation was a success, but his growing erection demanded more than just talk.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed--” Sam’s teasing cut off in a startled grunt as Dean tackled him back onto the rug.
“I’ll give you lessons.”
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