There is a first time for everything
submitted by my wincest love week anon @deanmoans
Okay third time’s the charm :) I hope you enjoy my last wincest love week fic (and sorry for the delay)
Sam watches as Dean lits up the joint punching it in his fingertips and bring it to his full lips. He watches as his brother sucks in a long drag like it’s nothing leaning back against the couch before letting the smoke out, it wasn’t Dean’s first time doing this but it was Sam’s and he was nervous. When Dean offered to smoke with him he thought he was joking but apparently Dean was okay with Sam doing something illegal as long as it was with him. He had said that it was a right of passage or something, now that he was sixteen.
“You ready, Sammy?”
“Uh, yeah…sure.”
Dean passes the joint to Sam and he takes it mimicking the way Dean did it as he takes a hit. The smoke burns as he inhales, tickling the back of his throat as he tries to hold the smoke in but even after his best efforts he starts coughing. Dean rubs his back as he has a coughing fit for a good few minutes and Sam feels embarrassed. He just can’t stop coughing, it’s uncontrollable.
“It’s alright, Sammy. It’s normal to cough the first time.”
Sam just nods still bent over but finally able to properly breathe without coughing. He feels Dean’s hand still resting on his back and he only moves it away when Sam sits back up. Dean smiles at him before taking another hit.
Sam notices that they are sitting considerably closer the warmth of Dean’s thigh against his is comforting and natural. He watches his brother as he closes his eyes and lets the smoke slip out his parted lips. The smoke almost looked too sensual coming from Dean’s lips as it twirls in the air around his face almost like it was dancing, enticing Sam to lean in. He doesn’t even notice he’s actually leaning closer until Dean’s eyes open and they are inches apart. Dean doesn’t seem startled but Sam leans back a little, surprised at himself.
“Hey there.”
Dean giggles and takes another hit. Moments later Sam finds himself being pulled in close by his brothers hands guiding him until their lips touch. Sam’s heart is racing, they are kissing. This is really happening. Maybe Dean is too high to realize? The kiss lasts a few moments before Sam’s lips part and that’s when Dean blows the smoke slowly into his little brother’s waiting mouth. It takes Sam a moment to realize what Dean wants but when he does he takes in the smoke and Dean chases his mouth sealing it in with his lips. This time Sam doesn’t cough,but he can barely breath. When Dean finally lets him go, Sam lets out a deep sigh. He opens his eyes to see Dean looking at him expectantly.
“How was that? A little bit better?”
“Yeah.”
They both laugh and Dean pulls Sam over getting him to straddle him, Sam sits down on Dean’s thighs. They keep up the kisses and Dean feeds the smoke to Sam. Sam starts to feel it about half through the joint. His arms feeling heavy and it’s just good. Kissing Dean is good and touching him is even better. His hands run through his older brother’s hair and he kisses Dean, being bolder now than before and Dean presses up against him holding onto his waist. The first time their tongues touch Dean makes a noise that could almost be described as a moan.
At some point in the hazing time that seems to pass slower making seconds feel like minutes their makinging out shifts to a laying down position with Sam on top of Dean. At this point Sam is painfully aware of how turned on he is which should be alarming but it isn’t at all and somewhere inside himself he realizes that maybe he’d wanted this for a long time and maybe this is the proof that he wasn’t alone in his desire. As Sam presses his hips down to grind himself against Dean’s thigh he gasps with the sweet relief of some pressure and yeah, he feels that Dean’s hard too. Sam watches Dean’s face when he grinds down again, looking for hint that he should stop but the look on his brother’s face isn’t one he’s seen before well not towards him. His eye’s were full of lust and it made Sam’s face hot to see that gaze directed at him and the way Dean’s mouth hung parted just looked all kinds of sinful. Nothing in his brother’s face told Sam to stop so he didn’t, instead he began to be more insistent and steady with his thrusts grinding them together through layers of denim. Dean started to move with him as well, his hands guiding Sam’s hips just the way he wanted them. There were no words exchanged just breath, gasps, and the occasional kiss. Sam’s gasps turned to needy groans as he got closer which didn’t take too long with Dean’s low quiet grunts it was enough and Sam was going to mess his jeans quite quickly. As Sam came pressed against Dean’s thigh he felt lips on his neck and Dean didn’t stop the rhythm. A few moments later Dean’s lips where on his as he muffled his own groan as he came. They collapsed together against the couch, hearts racing and their breathing slowing evening to normal. Sam let his eyes drift closed, he was so relaxed and suddenly very tired. Dean wrapped his arms around him holding him against his chest.
They fall asleep like that and in the morning they didn’t talk about it but every time their eyes met Dean smiled wide like he had a secret and Sam knew exactly what it was.
