By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
This is the bonus ficlet to my vid Dreaming Of The Between, both of which were created for spn_j2_xmas for waxbean.
Sam moaned as he rode Dean on the couch, his legs splayed over solid abs as he bent low to capture Dean's mouth in a kiss. This was just how he imagined his first time with his brother, their first time with each other. Hot and steamy.
Dean, in a moment of pure genius, grabbed the base of his cock and began rubbing the head of it against Sam's entrance, dipping every so often as if he was about to slip right inside him before sliding past. It made Sam want to shake his brother, to make him stop teasing, but he was too busy loving everything else Dean was doing to him. Like that thing his other hand was doing to Sam's leaking cock.
"B-balls. Suck my balls," he gasped out and Dean hauled him up and ran his tongue up Sam's sac before sucking a ball into his mouth. Sam's eyes shut at the pleasure overload and he began fisting his cock. How had he gone so long without knowing the feel of Dean's mouth on him? He should have pleaded and wrote those letters to Dean years ago.
Somehow, Sam found himself under Dean with his wide grin over him. "This what you want, Sammy? My cock in your ass?"
Yes. As much as he loved that Dean allowed Sam to treat him like more than a brother, he craved a physical aspect to their relationship and now he could finally have that. "Dean," he said, his voice cracking as he lifted his hand to caress Dean's cheek. All he ever wanted was Dean and now he'd have him in every way possible that he could have him.
As Dean sank balls deep inside of him, holding him closer than he ever had before, Sam felt a strange disconnect. He should been feeling Dean's cock and yet there was nothing. His eyes fluttered, flashes of a motel ceiling appearing (all motel ceilings looked the same), and he knew in an instant that this would disappear.
No. No. Sam shot up, safe in his own bed in the nameless motel room, but nowhere near Dean's naked body that rested on the second bed a few feet away. Everything was just part of Sam's lust filled imagination.
He was back to square one.
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