Ficlet - Anything (for novakev)
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verucasalt123Title: Anything
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Dean/Sam (underage)
Rating: R, depending on your sensibilities
W/C: ~550
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
novakev for her ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wishlist_fic prompt. Dean wants to give Sam the best Christmas he can.
Sam was fourteen and had the adolescent attitude to prove it. Not that he didn’t have legit reasons to be particularly mopey today, but honestly, he didn’t usually need a reason. He could pout, roll his eyes and suck his teeth simultaneously, and sometimes Dean thought his little brother might be able to emo someone to death.
All right, so it was Christmas Eve, and their dad wasn’t there. Wasn’t gonna get there for a few more days, and when he did show up, it wouldn’t be with an armful of presents and a mouthful of apologies. John had, however, had time to call his sons and make sure they’d be packed up and ready to go when he got back. Sam had made a couple of friends at this school, and had even joined the yearbook committee. Of course, now he’d never even get a chance to see that yearbook, let alone have other kids sign it and joke around with him about bad pictures.
So yeah, the sulking and complaining were to be expected. Dean was eighteen and had mostly recovered from his years of teen angst, not that his had been anything like Sam’s. But he wanted so badly to wipe that sad look from Sam’s beautiful face.
It had started over the summer, the two of them fooling around when they got time alone (which seemed to be more often these days). Dean hadn’t let things go too far, though. Lots of kissing, grinding against each other through their clothes, a couple of desperate handjobs. Sam pushed for more (of course, more, Sam always wanted more), but Dean just couldn’t shake that last little bit of guilt that remained and refused whenever Sam asked to suck him off, or to just both take off all their clothes so they could press their bodies together more intimately.
Today, though, Dean knew his resolve was going to fall to pieces. He couldn’t stand to see Sammy looking so hurt and sad. He was going to give his brother a great Christmas no matter what it took.
Sam looked up when Dean’s voice pierced his veil of ‘my life is a tragedy’. (Everything’s a tragedy when you’re fourteen) “So, uh, I didn’t get you a present or anything, I’m sorry.”
“S’okay, Dean. I don’t need anything.”
“Really? Nothing at all?” Dean asked with a sly grin and a cocked eyebrow.
The look on Sam’s face was starting to change now. OK, so he got it. There was something on offer here.
“Well, now that I think about it, there are a couple of things on my Christmas list…”
“Tell me what you want, Sammy, and it’s yours.”
And that’s how they ended up completely naked in broad daylight, Sam panting and exhausted and overwhelmed by the experience of his first blowjob.
“Dean, I didn’t get you anything either”, he said, when he found the ability to use vocabulary again. He was smiling, though. That bright, sunny, all-dimples smile that Dean loved more than anything else in the world.
“Sure you did. Just now. All I wanted was to make you smile.”
It was a temporary fix, a band-aid on a wound that needed a hundred stitches. Dean figured he couldn’t have asked for a better present than making Sam happy, though, even if it was just for today.
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Dean/Sam (underage)
Rating: R, depending on your sensibilities
W/C: ~550
A/N: written for
novakev for her wishlist_fic prompt. Dean wants to give Sam the best Christmas he can. Sam was fourteen and had the adolescent attitude to prove it. Not that he didn’t have legit reasons to be particularly mopey today, but honestly, he didn’t usually need a reason. He could pout, roll his eyes and suck his teeth simultaneously, and sometimes Dean thought his little brother might be able to emo someone to death.
All right, so it was Christmas Eve, and their dad wasn’t there. Wasn’t gonna get there for a few more days, and when he did show up, it wouldn’t be with an armful of presents and a mouthful of apologies. John had, however, had time to call his sons and make sure they’d be packed up and ready to go when he got back. Sam had made a couple of friends at this school, and had even joined the yearbook committee. Of course, now he’d never even get a chance to see that yearbook, let alone have other kids sign it and joke around with him about bad pictures.
So yeah, the sulking and complaining were to be expected. Dean was eighteen and had mostly recovered from his years of teen angst, not that his had been anything like Sam’s. But he wanted so badly to wipe that sad look from Sam’s beautiful face.
It had started over the summer, the two of them fooling around when they got time alone (which seemed to be more often these days). Dean hadn’t let things go too far, though. Lots of kissing, grinding against each other through their clothes, a couple of desperate handjobs. Sam pushed for more (of course, more, Sam always wanted more), but Dean just couldn’t shake that last little bit of guilt that remained and refused whenever Sam asked to suck him off, or to just both take off all their clothes so they could press their bodies together more intimately.
Today, though, Dean knew his resolve was going to fall to pieces. He couldn’t stand to see Sammy looking so hurt and sad. He was going to give his brother a great Christmas no matter what it took.
Sam looked up when Dean’s voice pierced his veil of ‘my life is a tragedy’. (Everything’s a tragedy when you’re fourteen) “So, uh, I didn’t get you a present or anything, I’m sorry.”
“S’okay, Dean. I don’t need anything.”
“Really? Nothing at all?” Dean asked with a sly grin and a cocked eyebrow.
The look on Sam’s face was starting to change now. OK, so he got it. There was something on offer here.
“Well, now that I think about it, there are a couple of things on my Christmas list…”
“Tell me what you want, Sammy, and it’s yours.”
And that’s how they ended up completely naked in broad daylight, Sam panting and exhausted and overwhelmed by the experience of his first blowjob.
“Dean, I didn’t get you anything either”, he said, when he found the ability to use vocabulary again. He was smiling, though. That bright, sunny, all-dimples smile that Dean loved more than anything else in the world.
“Sure you did. Just now. All I wanted was to make you smile.”
It was a temporary fix, a band-aid on a wound that needed a hundred stitches. Dean figured he couldn’t have asked for a better present than making Sam happy, though, even if it was just for today.
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Date: 2012-12-20 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-20 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 05:35 am (UTC)*may possibly die*
:)
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Date: 2012-12-20 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 10:02 pm (UTC)It's hypnotizing.
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Date: 2012-12-20 05:34 am (UTC)*love*
:)
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Date: 2012-12-20 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 08:03 am (UTC)And the last paragraph in entirety - HUGS! So sad and sweet.
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Date: 2012-12-20 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 10:01 pm (UTC)Everything's a tragedy when you're fourteen - OMG, ROFLMAO, so true, hahahaha.
LOVE!
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Date: 2012-12-20 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-24 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-24 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-26 07:36 am (UTC)And this "sometimes Dean thought his little brother might be able to emo someone to death." LMAO! Perfect.
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Date: 2012-12-26 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-28 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-28 09:22 pm (UTC)OTP Weekly Recap: 12/30/2012: Edition #82
Date: 2012-12-31 03:43 am (UTC)sweet...
Date: 2012-12-31 06:50 am (UTC)Re: sweet...
Date: 2012-12-31 07:13 am (UTC)