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Title: Hurts So Good
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1006
Warnings: Mild Kink pain kink - Sam
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Betas: [ profile] seleneheart
Notes: Belongs in the same universe as Early One Morning and does follow on from that, but can be read as a standalone PWP.

Summary: Dean discovers that he still has a lot to learn about Sam.

"Take these." Dean handed Sam a couple of strong pain pills and a half full can of soda that had sat on the table since the night before.

Sam took a good mouthful of the warm, sweet liquid, grimacing as he swallowed.

Dean worked fast, pulling the ragged edges of the cleaned wound together with a neat little row of stitches.

"With a talent like that, you should have been a nurse." Sam panted through the pain, looking down at his arm. "Tight little uniform ..."

"Bite me." Dean examined his handiwork with a frown and swabbed over it with an antiseptic wipe. The inflamed skin around the wound concerned him and he lightly brushed his thumb over it. "Did your research bring up anything about those spines being poisonous?"

Sam hissed at Dean's touch and his eyes fluttered closed. He managed to force out a "No."

Dean snatched his hand away at the strained sound in Sam's voice. "Sorry man, I ..."

Dean paused and looked at Sam as his brother opened his eyes. Sam's pupils were blown, which could have been because of the meds, but there was something about the way Sam's lips were slightly parted that was slightly off, given the situation. Sam's bottom lip was slack, inviting, and his breathing was ragged. Dean had sewn Sam's wounds up enough to know this wasn't the way he usually reacted.

Dean's eyes narrowed and he repeated the movement with his thumb, a feather-light touch over the sore skin below the stitching. Sam's eyes closed, and the tip of his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips.

"Sam?" Dean questioned, not sure how to handle the spike of arousal he felt at Sam's reactions. Again, his thumb moved and this time Sam whimpered, the same little needy sound he made when Dean pushed into this tight ass.

"Did you take the pills?" Dean asked, his voice rough.

Sam shook his head and opened his hand. The two pills sat in the middle of his palm.

"Why not?"

Sam opened his eyes, unsure of what to say, of how to explain that the sizzle of pain along his nerves translated into pleasure somewhere along the way and Dean's thumb swiping over his tender skin was making him so hard he ached to be touched. This was the first time since they'd started fucking that either of them had been hurt bad enough to need stitches. Sam had no idea that Dean sitting close enough for Sam to feel his breath on his skin while he worked would make him crave what he hadn't had in a long time.

"Dean, I ..."

Dean's thumb moved again, still feather light, because despite the way Sam was reacting, Dean wasn't about to damage his arm any further.

Sam gasped and bit his lip.

"Does it make you hard, Sammy?"

Sam nodded, guilt and embarrassment so close to the surface that he blushed.

Dean moved closer, his free hand cupping Sam's face, and pressed his thumb against Sam's bottom lip.

Sam's tongue snaked out and lapped at it, coaxing it into his mouth and wrapping his lips around it as he sucked gently.

"Jesus." Dean stuttered and his fingers brushed the skin beneath the wound again.

Sam moaned softly and he slid his hand into his lap, pressing the heel of his palm against his straining erection.

"Do it." Dean's voice was hoarse.

Sam's fingers scrabbled at his zipper and pulled it down, freeing his cock. With Dean's hands on him, sending pain pleasure sensations lancing through his body, Sam spurted hot over his fingers after a couple of pulls and he let Dean's thumb fall from his mouth. He slid to his knees between Dean's legs, nuzzling the warm bulge in his jeans. Looking up at his brother, he made fast work of releasing Dean's dick. freeing Dean and taking him deep into his mouth.

Dean carded his fingers through the mop of dark hair.

“Do you want me to hurt you, Sammy?” Dean asked and ran his fingertips around the seal Sam’s lips made around his cock. The hand in Sam’s hair tightened, past the point that Dean knew had to be uncomfortable for his brother.

Sam looked up at him, eyes wide and Dean had his answer. The idea should have horrified him, hurting the brother he’d always protected from the world but seeing Sam’s need for it, seeing how his whole body reacted to it, changed Dean’s perception of the idea.

Dean wrenched Sam’s head away roughly. Sam cried out as Dean fisted himself and came all over Sam’s face, thick splatters landing on his cheeks and across his lips. Sam licked at the corner of his mouth, groaning at the taste.

Sated, Dean relaxed his grip. Sam crawled up his body. As soon as he was close enough, Dean lapped at his own come, cleaning Sam’s face. Sam purred happily.

Once they were both cleaned up and lying naked under the covers of one of the beds, Sam curled around Dean, bonelessly relaxed, his face pressed against face in Dean's neck.

“If you want more of this, there's gotta be rules.” Dean whispered in Sam’s ear.

“Rules?” Sam pulled back a little and blinked.

“We don’t use this again.” Dean gestured at the sewn wound on Sam's arm. “You get hurt on a hunt, you take your meds and let me patch you up. I don’t want to take any risks if you’re injured.”

“Okay.” Sam agreed almost reluctantly and settled back down again.

“So what else do I not know about?” Dean was intensely curious now about just how kinky Sam liked it.

Sam's only reply was a snuffled snore against his shoulder. Dean sighed with a smile and kissed the top of Sam's head. He guessed that was a conversation they'd be having in the morning.

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