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Pacifier

Jensen Close Up
Title: Pacifier
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2243
Warnings: Extreme!underage (Sam's 8, Dean's 12), incest, slash
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from this
A/N: Written for anon at spnkink_meme .
Summary: Sam's not a baby anymore so he's not allowed to have a pacifier but after Dean has an interesting dream, Sam finds a good replacement.
The prompt: The boys are staying alone in a hotel room (John's gone for the week on a hunt or whatever), sharing the one bed, when 12-13 year old Dean starts having a wet dream. 8-9 year old Sammy wakes up in the midst of it, confused about why Dean is grinding his crotch against him and why he's all hard like that 'down there'. Dean wakes up after he comes, realizes what just happened, and is totally mortified.

Sam, though, isn't upset-only curious--and makes Dean explain what happened. Dean explains about wet dreams and tries to change the subject, but Sam keeps asking questions, 'what are his boxers wet with?', 'are dreams the only things that make boys do that? what other things can make that happen?' and Dean explains about sex, blowjobs, handjabs in a rushed, embarrassed fashion...

Sam then asks to see it and Dean's like, WHAT?!? But Sam wants to see what the cum looks like, so Dean pulls his boxers down and reluctantly shows him. Sam asks if he can try to make it happen again so he can watch this time and Dean tries to say no, it would be wrong, but Sam is insistent. Soon Sam is blowing him and, though he feels guilty, Dean can't imagine anything hotter than watching himself fuck his sweet baby brother's mouth.

It becomes a regular thing with them after that, with Sammy developing a thing for sucking on Dean's dick....almost as a comfort thing--like sucking his thumb used to be....sometimes, when John's out of town, he even asks Dean if he can shimmy down under the blankets and fall asleep with Dean's cock in his mouth.



Christine Lewis, the bubbly blonde in Dean’s class, ran her hands over his back as he slammed into her. He was a mess of moans and panting as he plunged deeper into her warm, tight body.

Sam groggily woke up when he felt the bed shaking. He was scared for a split second until he felt Dean pressed up close against his back, one arm wrapped around his chest and knees tucked behind his own. It was nice being held so close like this, Dean fit around Sam like a glove and he smiled before it dropped when he realized Dean was almost violently moving against his, pushing and grinding his hips against his ass. It was Dean making the bed shake so much. Confused, Sam tried to turn around, but Dean’s grip on him was tight and Sam felt something harder poking against his ass, but he didn’t know what it was. Dean was making all these desperate, breathy sounds by his ear and Sam was just so confused.

Dean slid his hands over Christine’s breasts, fondling and toying with them. She had the biggest hest of all the girls in class; she was the only one that was wearing a real bra instead of a training bra. Dean leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth and suddenly, as soon as it started, it was over. He was moaning and jerking, deep inside her.

Sam’s eyes widened when Dean tightened his grip on him and rutted against him hard one last time before his whole body stilling. Whatever was hard and poking him was throbbing now, pulsing even and he felt something warm slowly spread over Dean’s boxers, slightly wetting Sam’s thin pajamas. It felt like when he would occasionally have an accident and wet the bed, a similar warmth that quickly spread over fabric, leaving a large wet spot.

A loud moan jostled Dean awake. Instinctively, he reached under his pillow for his knife but realized he was wrapped around his little brother like a vice. Another second later, he realized there was a sticky mess in his boxers and his erection was quickly softening. Horrified when realization hit him, he let go of Sam, trying to stumble out of bed.

“Oh my god, Sammy, I’m so sorry,” Dean stuttered but Sam grabbed his arm, not letting him get out of bed.

“What were you doing?” Sam asked, innocent curiosity tugging at his words, which only proceeded to make Dean feel even worse about himself. Though he was sleeping and didn’t know what he was doing, he still shouldn’t have done that to his little brother. John was gone on a hunt and he had to make sure to take care of Sammy, watch out for him. Protect him. Not rub up against him while he was having a wet dream.

“Nothing Sammy, don’t worry about it,” Dean said, still trying to pull away but Sam wasn’t having any of it. He sat his jaw and looked at Dean with the same stubbornness he had when he finally demanded the truth from Dean about what their dad did and why he was gone all the time.

“What was it? You kept rubbing against me,” Sam stated. “And you were making all these sounds. Kinda like you were hurt,” he observed. “Were you hurt?”

Dean sighed, feeling the sticky mess in his boxers starting to dry and cool. It felt disgusting but he stopped trying to get out of bed. “No, I wasn’t hurt. I was just having a dream. A nice dream actually,” he said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, his freckles darkening as well. “You should go back to sleep, Sammy. We have school in the morning.”

“Why’re your shorts wet? Did you wet the bed?” Sam asked, clearly not letting Dean change the subject like he planned and he wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing; explaining that he’d just had a wet dream while rubbing up against his little brother or that he thought Dean peed the bed.

“Of course I didn’t wet the bed,” Dean sighed, rubbing his face. “Sometimes when guys gets really happy or excited, their dicks get hard and if you rub it enough, stuff comes out.”

“Stuff?”

“Stuff.”

“Not pee?”

“Not pee.”

Sam looked thoughtful as he thought about this concept, trying to wrap his young head around it. “Does it only happen when you’re asleep?”

Dean sighed. Of course Sam was full of questions. Sam was always full of questions. He was so inquisitive about everything. Hell, at just eight years old, Dean was convinced Sam was already smarter than him.

“No, it can happen when you’re awake too. If you play with your dick, it’ll happen then too. Or if someone puts your dick in their mouth and plays with it that way, it’ll come out. And it’s where babies come from. A boy’s dick gets hard and he sticks it into a girl’s pussy and moves it around until the stuff comes out. The stuff goes into her belly and turns into a baby,” Dean explained. Sam’s eyes widened.

“So you were trying to put a baby in my tummy?” Sam asked, unconsciously rubbing at the little wetness that had seeped onto the back of his pajamas.

“What? No, Sammy, of course I wasn’t. You’re not a girl. You don’t have a pussy so can’t get pregnant,” Dean said, rolling his eyes.

“Can I make the stuff if I play with my dick?”

“One day but for now you’re too little.”

That made Sam pout. He absolutely hated being “too little” or “too young”. The list of things he was too little seemed never ending and he just wanted to be taken seriously and included in things.

“Nuh uh, I’m not too little,” Sam protested. “I bet I can too.”

“No, it’s something that happens when you get older Sammy,” Dean said, unable to believe he was still having this conversation. His boxers were sticking very uncomfortably to him and all he wanted to do was get up, change, wash up and go back to sleep and pretend he didn’t have to lay here explaining these things to Sam.

“Can I see?”

Dean looked over at him sharply. “What?” There was no way he could’ve heard that right. Sam wasn’t actually asking to see him spent, sticky dick, was he?

“Can I see it?” Sam repeated, looking down at Dean’s boxers. “If I can’t do it yet, I wanna see.”

Dean wanted to say no, he truly did but there was something about his little brother’s wide eyes that made it impossible to turn him down. Sam was damned spoiled and he knew it. He heaved a heavy sigh and didn’t say anything as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down, wincing at the material peeled off his skin from his dried come. Sam moved so he was on his knees by Dean’s side and looked down at him with an unnerving stare. Dean shifted uncomfortably under Sam’s gaze and looked up at the ceiling, over at the door, the window, John’s empty bed, everywhere but Sam’s face.

“It doesn’t really look like anything,” Sam finally said with a small frown. All of Dean’s come had dried so all that he could see was smudged of flaky white stuff. He leaned in a little closer, still studying Dean’s cock, watching it as it twitched and started to slowly fill with blood out of the excitement of being looked at.

“It’s dried,” Dean said, throwing an arm over his eyes to try and hide from his own embarrassment.

“So when you’re happy and it gets hard, if you rub that stuff will come out?” Sam said slowly, finally peeling his eyes away to look up at Dean’s face which was hidden under his arm now. Dean mumbled affirmatively under his arm and Sam looked back down at Dean’s lap. “Can I try it?”

“What? Try what?” Dean asked, pulling his arm away to look over at Sam incredulously.

“Making the stuff come out,” Sam said simply. “I wanna see it. I just rub it, right?” Without waiting for Dean to respond, Sam wrapped his small hand around Dean’s now half hard dick and felt it jump in his hand. He moved his band a bit and watched in fascination as it grew even bigger. When Dean was fully hard, Sam stared in awe before remembering to move his hand again. It seemed huge compared it his but Dean was still much smaller than John. Sam saw their father’s dick once when he got out of the shower and even soft he was still bigger than Dean, but Sam didn’t care. Dean was hot and hard under his hand, but his skin was sticky from his dried come so he bent down and sucked the tip of Dean’s cock into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva.

“Sammy!” Dean gasped, grabbing Sam’s shoulder and stared down at him, his hips lurching forward against his will. “What’re you doing?”

“You said if someone put it in their mouth and plays with it, the stuff comes out,” Sam reminded him before sucking him back into his mouth, just holding him there and he eagerly rubbed out the rest of Dean’s cock. He pulled back and lapped his tongue over the tip just like if it were an ice cream cone or a popsicle.

Dean gasped and tried his hardest not to move too much. No one else had touched him before, let alone put them in his mouth and Sam’s tongue felt absolutely amazing on him. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, tightening his hold on Sam’s shoulder. “Sammy,” he moaned. Sam knew he must’ve been doing it right since Dean’s breath was hitching and getting faster like it had when he was asleep.

“Put it in your mouth again,” Dean encouraged. Reservations and guilt be damned. This felt more amazing than Dean ever imagined. Sam obeyed, sucking the whole head of Dean’s cock into his mouth and started to suck eagerly. It reminded him of his pacifier from when he was a baby. He’d been forced to stop breast feeding too early so he was heavily dependent on his pacifier and he refused to stop sucking on it until he was four when John finally got fed up with his youngest acting like a baby and threw out his favorite binky. Sam cried and cried and opted to suck on his thumb instead and though John told him to stop, pulled his hand away, dipped his thumb in hot sauce, tried everything he could think of, it didn’t work. Dean still caught Sam with his thumb in his mouth when he watched TV and thought no one was around.

It only took a few more powerful sucks before Dean was moaning and covering his face again to muffle his cries as he jerked and twisted with his orgasm. Sam didn’t pull back when he felt the little spurts of hot come hit his tongue, just continued to suck and swallowed him down. Dean shuddered and cursed into the crook of his elbow and had to push Sam away when he didn’t let up his sucking until he was overly sensitive and it started to hurt.

“It tastes good,” Sam said, sitting back up and smacked his lips as he tasted the remains of Dean on his tongue. “I like it. Can I do it again?”

Dean let out a pathetic sound and decided Sam was trying to kill him. He kicked off his boxers and wrapped his arm around his little brother, pulling him down so he had to lay down next to Dean.

“Not now, Sammy. I’m sleepy. Later, okay?”

Sam squirmed in Dean’s arm until they were facing each other. “Promise?” he asked, his eyes wide with sincerity and hope. Dean nodded.

“I promise, Sammy. Now go to sleep.”

EPILOGUE


It had been about three months since Sam first had Dean’s cock in his mouth, and now it was practically a nightly routine. Sam had become obsessed with sucking Dean’s dick and everything that came with it. The sounds he made, the way he struggled to keep from flailing around in pleasure, the way his come tasted. Sam loved it all.

It wasn’t always sexual for Sam though; sometimes he did it because he just wanted something to suck on. The same way he’d just as happily shove his binky into his mouth, he’d crawl under the covers and silently tugged Dean’s boxers down and sucked Dean’s soft cock into his mouth. He’d curl up between Dean’s legs, rest his cheek on the other’s thigh, hug Dean around his hips and slowly and methodically suckle on his dick.

Dean was able to tell immediately whether it was just a way to comfort Sam or if it was to get him off, but his body was slower to understand the difference. He’d get hard in Sam’s mouth but when he’d fall asleep and Dean stopped having that amazing suction, his cock will soften again but never slip out of his baby’s brother’s lips. If John wasn’t going to be back in the morning, Dean would just left Sam sleep like that; between his legs and holding his soft dick in his mouth. He’d stroke Sammy’s hair a bit before eventually drifting off to sleep himself.

Comments

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dirtyfics
Jan. 26th, 2010 02:35 pm (UTC)
Fuck that's hot as hell! Will you write a sequel? It would be interesting to read a fic with the brothers are both adult and Sam still sucking on Dean's much bigger dick. Or how Sam struggled to fit Dean in his mouth when Dean's cock grew several inches when he hit 14 or 15!
youkinkybastard
Jan. 26th, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I hadn't planned on writing a sequel, but another story did come to mind while writing this one.

Maybe I will write a sequel. I really love the idea of Dean's dick being Sam's new pacifier.
dirtyfics
Jan. 26th, 2010 03:36 pm (UTC)
I really love it too! I'm looking forward reading your next fic!
sixgunsound
Feb. 1st, 2010 12:15 am (UTC)
I would love a sequel, too! This was awesome.
lelaro
Feb. 4th, 2010 04:26 pm (UTC)
sequel would be awesome
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Sep. 8th, 2010 04:53 am (UTC)
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gilesgirl
Feb. 23rd, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
Mmm....so good. And yes, there should be a sequel. ;D
awennra
Sep. 12th, 2011 02:53 pm (UTC)
God, this is so HOT!
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