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phantismaTitle: Captivus, Epilogue (Other Keeper!Verse stories can be found Here)
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,200
Summary: Yeah...I wasn't planning on writing this. Apparently Sam and Dean had other plans. So...at the end of Captivus, Sam promises Dean a weekend of debauchery once he's healthy enough. This isn't the whole weekend...but...it's the licking part...
A/Ns & Warnings: Here be the gay sex, with kissing and licking and otherwise mouthing over hot bodies...light bondage and oral sex, NOW with spontaneous orgasms!
You sure about this?” he whispered, his hands glazing over Sam’s arms, stretched up and out. There was fear there, in Sam’s eyes…a faint panic as he pulled against the soft ropes Dean had used to tie his hands to the hooks in the headboard.
Sam nodded slowly, and the amount of trust this took, even after all these years, wasn’t lost on him. Dean kissed him, soft and tender, then trailed kisses down his bare chest. Sam had promised, but Dean had never expected him to follow through…especially not when the week had turned into three because aging bodies don’t bounce back from injury like youthful ones.
Dana was spending the weekend camping with Beth and other classmates, celebrating the end of their junior year…or the freedom of summer…or the progression into their senior year…or something. Dean was back to work and free of stitches or bruising. He’d carry scars, but he was whole again.
Sam was even in better shape. Dean would never consider this if he weren’t.
And Dean had considered this. Ever since Sam had said the words.
You’re thinking too much.
Dean smiled against the skin of Sam’s stomach and looked up at him. “I’m going to go slow. I already told you that.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Also said you’d make me beg.”
“I will. You just wait and see.”
Dean ignored the challenge in Sam’s expression…he’d been on the receiving end of this enough…he’d learned a few things from his brother and his kinky ways. Sam would try…but Dean was going to take his time…and Sam would enjoy every touch.
He popped the button of Sam’s jeans with two fingers, then brought both hands to his hips, rubbing slowly against the skin, inching the jeans down as he brought his lips back to Sam’s abs, kissing over muscles that may not have been as tight as they had been when they first met, but still rivaled those of most athletes.
Sam’s hips shifted, his ass lifted…he wanted Dean to get on with the undressing…but Dean paused, pushing against his hips, his tongue circling over Sam’s navel, then dipping in…holding down tightly as Sam reacted. Dean chuckled, then sucked and he could feel Sam harden under his elbow. Knew I could get a rise out of ya’.
“You think you’re funny?”
“You ever want me to get around to sucking that cock?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow. Sam huffed and laid his head down on the pillow, pulling again on the ropes.
Dean chuckled, enjoying the reversal of roles. Sam had never conceded to being tied down…and Dean wanted to make sure he enjoyed it. These preliminary barbs were just Sam adjusting, dealing with the panic…with the fear and memory and need for dominance. Any time he gave up control they went through this and Dean just had to ride it out.
He swiped over and up with his tongue, from navel to nipple, his hands still firmly on Sam’s hips, holding him to the bed. Wait it out…or pull Sam out of his head. His tongue swirled over and around Sam’s nipple, then his lips closed over it as he slowly sucked it, sliding it in and back out, then running his tongue over the top. When he blew soft, cool air over the moist nub, Sam just about jumped out of his skin.
“Dean! Fuck!”
He didn’t respond, just moved to the other one and repeated the sequence. Sam squirmed and Dean knew he was biting his lip to keep from yelling again. Which of course meant Dean had to try to get him to do it. He lifted one leg and settled over Sam, straddling him, rubbing their groins together. Sam’s eyes were closed, lower lip firmly held between teeth, arms tight and pulling. It was maybe the hottest thing he’d seen in months.
His hands glided over Sam’s stomach and chest, already starting to glisten with sweat as he rocked their groins together. “I’m gonna make you yell, Sammy…scream my name….beg me…you’re so hot right now…”
He could see the challenge flair in Sam’s eyes. That was better…a struggle against what Dean wanted instead of against his own inner demons. Dean’s fingers sought out Sam’s nipples, rubbing over them gently before pinching them. Sam rocked up with his hips and Dean pulled himself up, out of reach. When he’d settled back to the bed, Dean leaned forward, pressing his bare body to Sam’s, lips hovering over Sam’s mouth.
“Gonna lick you all over.” Dean whispered, his tongue reaching out to taste the little cleft under Sam’s lip. His lips closed over Sam’s chin, sucking lightly, licking…then slowly moving…to Sam’s right side…scarred and marked and Dean knew that before him no one had touched Sam there…no one had seen him the way Dean did.
Open mouthed kisses along thick scar tissue that ran the length of his jaw on that side, following it down to where it joined another coming down from his cheek. Sam turned his head, offering up the ravaged line of his neck, the reminders of wounds that could have killed him.
It had taken a long time to convince Sam that he loved every inch of him, including all of the scars and the pain and memory that came with them…most of the time, Dean was fairly certain Sam just placated him. Now though, he knew which ones were still sensitive to touch…and he traced a path, tongue and lips and tiny touches of teeth, over a long line that reached behind his ear, down over the side of his neck and deep onto his chest.
Sam’s breathing changed, caught a little as Dean’s tongue flicked over the tender end of the line, but he caught it before it became a sound. Dean chased another scar, off Sam’s chest and to the side, over ribs and off toward his shoulder.
Like Sam’s navel, Dean paused over the puckered skin that marked the worst of the damage done to Sam when he was still a boy. He didn’t like it touched, and it still caused him pain…but sometimes, Dean could turn that pain…Want to touch it.
Sam whimpered involuntarily, turning back toward Dean as his tongue dipped into the hole, tender, tiny touches. Sam’s head moved again, his eyes squeezing shut, his neck exposed. Again.
Dean repeated the motion and Sam’s hips rocked against him. Dean dragged his lips over the raised skin, humming lightly. He could feel the answering buzz as Sam reached for him with the part of himself Dean couldn’t tie down or hold on to. The sense of Sam filled him and he flushed with need. It brought him back to kissing Sam’s face, working down to those lips, working at making him let go with his teeth so Dean could get inside.
Taste good. Dean worked his way back down, over Sam’s chin and chest, moving his body lower, until he was kneeling between Sam’s legs, his hands splayed against his hips, thumbs stroking the bare skin under his jeans.
Please.
“Gonna make you say it out loud, Sammy.” Dean said, lowering his face to nuzzle at Sam’s left side, inching down the jeans to expose his hip. There was a spot…just where leg and hip and side met…just inside the high point of the bone, that drove Sam utterly nuts. He kissed his way toward and Sam squirmed.
Not fair.
Dean’s mouth closed over the skin…just…there, his tongue sliding lightly over the patch of flesh that made Sam…do that, his hip flexing, his legs spreading wider all by themselves. He sucked and Sam’s body lifted from the bed. A glance up confirmed he once more had his lip between his teeth.
Dean smirked and moved to the other side, inching the jeans down just enough to expose the scarred hip, but keeping his cock caged in denim. Here Dean had to tread more carefully. Three claw marks adorned Sam’s right hip, marks made by a demon holding Sam down.
He brushed his lips lightly over the marks, then licked the clean skin between them. Sam stilled, all but his breathing. Dean took his time finding the little hollow where there was once bone, letting his tongue circle it slowly before dipping in.
Sam was really starting to sweat now, and the salty taste of Sam was one of Dean’s favorite things. He kissed and touched, moving to the skin just above the fly of his jeans…fire hot and heaving with Sam’s breath.
Dean let one hand rest there, kissing around his fingers, letting his thumb graze the pubic hair just beneath the waist band. Sam was already leaking, he could see the dampness of the denim. Not as damp as it would be though.
Dean licked the hard length of Sam’s cock, or the denim caging it and Sam moaned, loudly, his eyes popping open as Dean smirked and went down again, obscene, open mouth against the pressure of his brother’s erection.
“Dean…” It was half whine, half moan…and it only spurred him further, pressing his hands down between his brother’s legs to cup his balls through his pants.
“That’s it Sammy…” Dean encouraged.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Dean whispered, then went back to soaking Sam’s pants with his tongue.
“Please…touch me.”
“Am touching you.” Dean insisted.
“Dean.” His voice rose a little and Dean responded by letting more of his thumb slip into his jeans. He kept his fingers pointedly away from Sam’s cock, rubbing instead over the heated flesh and hair around it.
Dean. Sam echoed the word, mouth and mind only heartbeat’s apart and Dean could feel Sam reaching inside him for his own cock, hot and hard in his jeans. Dean pushed him back, pulling his hand from his skin and making Sam whimper.
Nice try…but you’re not tricking me into rushing this.
He got the distinct impression Sam was nearing the point where Dean wouldn’t be able to pull him back…so Dean sat up, hands on Sam’s hips again. “Let’s get these off.”
Sam was all too eager to help with that, lifting and bending his legs while Dean pulled his jeans off, tossing them aside. Sam’s cock was deep red and hard, begging as it curved up toward Sam’s stomach.
Dean wanted to lick it…to taste the pre-come gathering there at the top…instead, he turned to Sam’s feet. Neither one of them were particularly feet guys…but Dean had promised licking and kissing from head to toe…and he’d started at the head…so…Sam’s entire body groaned when Dean’s mouth pressed over his big toe. Tiny kisses against the instep and ankle, up the shin with his tongue.
Sam squirmed, pulled on his arms, bit his lip. Dean’s hands cupped the back of his knee, tenderly stroking the soft skin there while he kissed around and over to his thigh. He breathed hot air over the skin on the inner thigh, watching Sam’s cock ooze slowly. “Come on Sammy.”
Dean…please…
“Please?” He switched to the other leg, all the way down to the foot again. He licked the instep. “Please Sammy?”
Sam growled and shook his head. Dean’s lips closed over a tiny scar on his brother’s knee, sucking it lightly before moving to run his tongue up the inside of that thigh, then up the crease where his leg met groin.
Sam’s cock was streaming now…as Dean kissed up the hip…over his stomach, Sam’s cock butted up against his chest and chin and Dean paused to lick the tip lightly. “Dean…fuck…god…just…do it…”
“Do what?” Dean went back to kissing his way over Sam’s stomach, to his other hip. He nipped at the tender spot and Sam was falling apart. Dean’s head was filled with a steady stream of pleasenowneedpleasefuckDean…while Sam’s voice cracked in half, bleeding out a stream of incoherent sounds that were part whimper, part moan, part curse.
Dean turned his attention to Sam’s balls, and his entire lower body lifted off the bed…One long lick up the underside and Sam was shooting come into the air. It took a long time for his body to loosen and slide back to the mattress, and Dean grinned, most satisfied as he backed off and walked away, into the bathroom for a washcloth.
He ran water in the sink and stripped out of his jeans, dropping them in the hamper so Sam wouldn’t see….because Dean would never admit to Sam that he’d creamed his jeans from just the sight and sounds and the feeling of Sam coming apart like that.
Sam was looking at him with dark eyes when he came back and started wiping up the come that had splattered across his thighs and stomach. “Um…Dean?”
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“The ropes?”
Dean looked up. “What about them?”
Sam looked at him and pulled. “Funny.”
“Oh…you told me I had the whole weekend. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Dean.”
“I’m no where near done with you.”
“Dean.” Dean!
Dean crawled up onto the bed and kissed him. “Relax Sammy…you’re gonna like what I have planned next. I’ve been thinking about this for three weeks.”
Dean. Untie me.
“Get some rest Sammy. It’s gonna be a long night.”
