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A Series of Firsts	By : whitemonarch Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction based off Tv's Supernatural. I don't own Supernatural, and I make no money from this story. This is only for fun!

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They were both drunk when it started. Tipsy on beer and tequila, wound up after a particularly good hunt. They’d sobered up a little by now, nerves rattling through them both once Sam quietly disclosed that he’d never done this before. The younger of the two brothers was already on his back, half dressed on the bed. Dean was above him, shirt off and pants unbuttoned, his hand hesitating above Sam’s groin.
“Oh yeah?” Dean breathed, eyes flashing with arousal. They were already blown wide from the liquor still running through his system, making the voice in his head, the one whispering “this is wrong”, shut up. He wasn’t going to hurt Sam. Sam wanted this; he just didn’t want it to hurt. Dean leaned down, lips brushing against his brother’s, dropping lower to lick and bite at Sam’s jaw and throat. “I’m going to make it so good for you Sam,” he promised. “Going to have you writhing on the bed before I even get inside you. Make you slick and open for me.”
A choked sound caught in Sam’s throat. His fingers hooked, crushed bruising marks into Dean’s shoulders. He felt the other rock down against him, cocks lining up through denim and cotton. Sam shut his eyes against the feeling; let the sensations wash over him. He knew Dean had been with other guys, had walked in on them a few times. He trusted Dean to teach him and take care of him…especially if everything was going to feel this good.
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean. His legs followed. He felt the shiver from his brother, groaned as they found a rhythm that pushed them together just right. God, Sam hadn’t been this turned on by dry humping in years. Of course, he’d also been afraid he’d hurt the girl beneath him. That wasn’t going to happen with Dean. Sam was close, so close. The delicious friction, the smell of Dean, the sounds they were both making, all of it dragged him closer to the edge. Before Sam could plummet over, Dean pulled back and began again to cover him with kisses. Sam watched in awe as his brother reared back and dropped the rest of his clothes. He licked his lips at the sight of Dean’s cock, flushed red and slapping his belly, smearing it with a clear sticky trail. He did that. He did that to Dean.
“Come on little bro.” Dean encouraged, going for the legs of Sam’s jeans. “Want to see that fat cock. Want to see what I do to you.” His voice had gone gruff, needy. Sam loved it. Kicking off his pants he reached for his boxers, ridding himself of those too. Finally they were both naked, Dean’s hand slowly working up and down Sam’s shaft. Dean knew just how to hold him. There was no uncertain pressure, or too hard friction. It was perfect, and Dean had even let some spit dribble down to ease the way. Sam’s head slammed back against the pillow. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t watch his brother bend over him and play with his cock like it was the joystick to his favorite game. Oh yeah, he really was drunk if he was making analogies like that.
“Dean!” the name poured, strangled, from his lips. His brother was grinning at him, well as much as he could with a mouthful of Sam’s cock. With a wet plop he popped up off him and chuckled.
“Told you I’d make it good for you Sammy. You taste so good. You’re a fucking big boy too. Just how I like ‘em” Sam watched as Dean wet his lips and spit on him again, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Holy shit. Dean was deep throating him. No girl had been able to do that before, let alone with this amount of enthusiasm. Dean’s tongue flicked out, teasing Sam’s head and his crown before swallowing him up again. Sam could only moan and shake. It was the best head he’d ever gotten, and it wasn’t the alcohol making him feel that way.
Dean drove him close again, but let up up before he could come, leaving Sam gasping and frustrated on the bed. Dean grinned wickedly, but the smile morphed into a gentle smirk. “Turn over.” Dean said, eyes flashing. Sam was sure his brother was about to go for the lube and condom that had been set up on the bedside table. What he got next was a surprise. The moment Sam got his knees under him he was collapsing again.
“Oh fuck!” A sharp cry split the night. Dean’s muffled laughter echoed from between Sam’s cheeks. His brother’s tongue was lapping at his ass and balls, flicking against Sam’s most sensitive places, teasing into his hole. Holy crap, if this felt this good then Dean fucking him was going to be awesome. Sam’s hands fisted in the sheets and he drove back against his brother’s tongue. When a lube slick finger slipped into his ass, it all got better.
“Oh god, Dean. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t intend to, Sammy” Dean breathed against Sam’s back. He was bent over his brother, three fingers buried to the palm and fucking in and out, teasing Sam’s prostate. His brother was relaxed, turned on, shaking with need. It was one of the hottest things Dean had ever seen.
“You ready for me?” he murmured, rolling on the condom and slicking himself up. Sam nodded. “Please Dean. Hurry. Need you in me. Feel so empty.” Mission accomplished, this wouldn’t hurt Sam at all. Dean lined himself up, pushed in with one long stroke and stilled so Sam could get used to him. A minute or two passed.
“Damnit Dean if you don’t start moving I’m gunna ki-Oh God!”
“You’re going to kill God?” Dean panted with a laugh, holding Sam’s hips and setting up a brutal pace. Sam was losing it, and Dean was close. He’d been teasing his brother for the better part of an hour. His dick was sore, leaking and it was finally getting what it wanted. Sam’s voice whined high. He was just as close as Dean was. When he slid his fingers around Sam’s dick, jerked him once. Twice. Sam came like a gyser. Shuddering and bucking he clamped down around Dean, pulled the orgasm out of him, and left the both shaking and spooning on the bed.
“Holy shit.” Sam huffed in disbelief. “You are going to teach me how to do all of that.”
“You got it Sammy. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
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