New Fic: [ First ] - SPN, Sam/Dean, PG-13 (underage)

[mickeym]

Title: First
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~900
Spoilers: None, it's pre-series
Warnings: Incest, Underage
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I'm not making any money off them.
Notes: Still not sure where my head is on this whole young!Sam thing, but working through it seems to be a good option. *smooches* to wendy for patience, hand-holding and encouragement.
Summary: First kisses should be something special.





"I need to ask you somethin'."

Dean glances up from his homework -- stupid English essay -- and fixes a scowl on Sam. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed? Asleep?"

"Yeah, but--" Sammy shifts awkwardly and Dean watches in fascination as red slowly stains his cheeks and neck.

"But nothin'. It's bedtime. Past bedtime. Am-scray."

Sammy widens his eyes. The imploring look. "But I gotta *ask* you somethin', Dean. It's important."

Fuck. The last time it was something 'important', the conversation took hours, with Dean trying to explain to the best of his ability just why there really were monsters in the world, why mom was dead, and why dad was so obsessed with hunting. And why they couldn't have a dog. That one was actually harder than the others.

"What?" He says, finally, sure he's not going to like the question.

Sam squirms some more, shifting from foot to foot and chewing on his bottom lip until Dean's ready to shout with impatience. Whatever it is, though, it's big--and Sam obviously has to work up to it. He finally draws a breath and mumbles something about kissing that leaves Dean frowning and confused.

"What? Sammy, I can't--you gotta say it a little louder than that." Sam huffs a breath out and scowls. Brat. "Look, either say it so I can hear it, or get your ass back in bed. It's late, and I still got reading to do for class."

"I--" Another deep breath. "Iwantyoutoteachmehowtokiss."

Dean feels like someone just pole-axed him. "You can't be serious. You want--I mean. Um."

"Please?" He sounds hopeful, uncertain, maybe a little scared. He looks determined. "I--everyone's talking about it at school, and Mary Frances said how good kissing is, and it's like I'm the only one who doesn't know how to, and I really want to know."

"But. I'm. Sammy, we're brothers! And guys! Both guys! And brothers!" Dean takes a deep breath, way too conscious that he just hit a pitch he hadn't since his voice changed. "I can't kiss you, dude. No way."

"But you have to! I don't know anyone else who can show me, and if Mary Frances--. I don't want 'em laughing at me at school," he adds, looking down. For just a second Dean remembers the little, little boy with the bouncy curls who would come running up to Dean saying "you hafta, Dean!". His stomach twists, and his heart's pounding like he's just run five miles. Uphill.

"Sammy. Sam." Dean turns fully in his chair and looks up at Sam's hopeful, scared face. "It's--I don't even care about the guy thing. Or that--that we're brothers. Well, I do. I just. It's wrong, man. You're--"

"Don't you say I'm too young," Sam hisses, and his eyes flash angrily. "I'm old enough to go hunt werewolves and poltergeists but I'm too young to learn how to kiss? Give me a break." His shoulders slump, defeated, and Dean's stomach twists again.

If there's anything in the world he can't handle, it's disappointing Sam.

"Fine," he says, softly. "But Sammy--" He swallows down anything else he might say, because 'we can't do this again' goes without saying, and so does 'I don't want to hurt you'. "C'mere," Dean says finally, still amazed that he has to look up, even a little, when he's sitting and Sam's standing.

When he stands up, he and Sam are almost face-to-face. It won't be too much longer before Sam's as tall as he is.

"You're sure?" Dean asks, moving in a little closer. Sam nods, and this close to him, Dean can see how dilated his pupils are, only a thin ring of color surrounding the black. "You want to stop this any time, just--pull away. Or tell me. Something. Okay?"

"Okay," Sam breathes, and Dean watches his adam's apple bob when he swallows. Sammy licks his lips, and Dean watches that, a fine sheen of moisture wetting, darkening the pink of his mouth.

Dean cups Sam's face in his hands, thumbs rubbing over sharp cheekbones. "You can, um. Like this, or put your arms around--whoever. Cup the back of their head." He leans in, nostrils flaring at the warm, clean scent of Sammy; all soap and fabric softener and shampoo, and something fresh and innocent beneath it. "Just--slow. Easy," he whispers, and brushes his mouth across Sam's.

His mouth is so soft, yielding beneath Dean's. Just a little pressure and Sam's lips part. Dean licks over them, tasting sweetness, tasting something he shouldn't ever taste. He jerks backward, guilt and fear sliding over him along with an unwanted heat.

Sam makes a soft sound and follows him, hands clutching at Dean's waist. "No," he says. "Do--do it again."

"Sammy, I can't. I--" His words are lost when Sam surges forward, kissing him hard, too hard, because it bangs their mouths together.

Dean tastes the tang of blood, bright, sharp and coppery against his tongue. He slides one hand up to cup the back of Sam's head, tilting it to gentle the kiss, sighing when Sam licks into his mouth, tongue darting in and out, exploring the wet softness he finds.

The kiss ends slowly, Dean easing them out of it with licks and gentle suction. Sam's panting softly, and he looks stunned, eyes wide and glazed. That makes Dean's stomach clench again--both the look, and the warmth he feels knowing he caused it.

"Okay?"

"Yeah." Soft, shaky voice. Dean clears his throat.

"Okay. Then it's bedtime, Sammy." Dean keeps his voice gentle, light, and Sam nods and turns. Dean sees him lick his lips again as he goes, and closes his eyes to Sam leaving the room.

~fin~

Comments

[kinkynicky.livejournal.com]

Aww, I read this really late last night and loved it, but was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open, so I'm commenting now.

I really love Dean's reaction. That he's shocked and taken aback by Sam's question, and ends up doing it anyway, even after telling Sam its wrong. I think a huge part of their relationship is that a lot of the time, Dean really can't/won't say no to Sam.

For just a second Dean remembers the little, little boy with the bouncy curls who would come running up to Dean saying "you hafta, Dean!". - And that image is so adorable, I almost fell off my chair. *flails*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

I think a huge part of their relationship is that a lot of the time, Dean really can't/won't say no to Sam.

I think that nails it. And we see that, in Playthings, in particular -- Sam begging Dean to promise him not to let him be bad, to kill him, and Dean giving in and promising. And Dean is *so* relieved, the look on his face, the next morning when he says "I bet you don't remember anything" -- and then so taken aback when Sam says that he remembers and he's holding Dean to it.

I think the only time Dean does say no to Sam is during BUABS -- and it's good he does, since it's possessed!Sam, but still.

Thanks for the comments, they're really appreciated :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/taltos_/]

Wow, that was great, and sweet and hot in such an innocent way. And does it make me a really big pervert to ask uh, more?

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

No more of a perv than the rest of us *g* And dude, I'm the one who wrote it! What's that say about me? *g*

We'll see about more. No guarantees, because Sammy this young makes me really kind of uncomfortable. But. We'll see :)

[mermaid4fic.livejournal.com]

This was really lovely - nice work!

I'm ashamed to have given it any thought at all (*facepalm* special hell, here I come), but I definitely prefer my underage incest with Sam taking the lead and talking Dean into things. So this pushed the right buttons for me.

I also enjoyed your Latin fic, tho I ran out of time to comment on that one. But I'm gonna friend you so I can keep up with your writing, ok?

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

For me, if Sam is this young -- or really, at any age -- he has to be the initiator. I just have too many issues with the whole thing anyway, y'know?

I'm really glad you enjoyed the stories :) And friend away, dude. Can't have too many friends :) (And I'm being unusually productive, of late *g*)

[dea-liberty.livejournal.com]

Oh SAM! Devious little thing, you! This was incredibly, incredibly cute. Oh boys.

This has been recced on crack_impala here (http://community.livejournal.com/crack_impala/17923.html).

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Sam really is devious, even if he doesn't realize *g* Plays Dean like a fine-tuned instrument ;)

Thanks for the comments, and the rec! They're all much appreciated :)

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

So sweet... Love your portrayal of Dean, still very young himself, caught between wanting to do *anything* for his little brother, and his own uncomfortable awareness that the kiss goes more than a bit beyond altruism.

I'm friending you too, if that's okay, so I can keep up with your writing. And because I can relate to the whole writing slash and having an ex and kids and been out of college quite a while thing too. LOL

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

caught between wanting to do *anything* for his little brother, and his own uncomfortable awareness that the kiss goes more than a bit beyond altruism.

Yeah, I think that right there? Is totally it. Because he'll do anything for Sammy--but usually it's the mundane stuff. Teach him how to throw or shoot or help him with his geography homework or whatever. Easy stuff. But when it feels good, to HIM, physically...then that's different.

Thanks for the feedback :) And I'll have to see if you've friended me, and get you back, because can't have too many friends ('specially those of us who are older, with exes and kids and etc. etc.). :)

[aelfsiden.livejournal.com]

Oh, I loved this! Great work.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I appreciate the comments :)

[floridapeaches.livejournal.com]

Well, I've been trying to find a way to get one of those tickets to the special hell that everyone is always talking about. I need look no further I suppose. :)

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Yep! Tickets, this way. No need to look any further *g*

Which is to say, thank you :) I'm glad you enjoyed the story :)

[annkiri.livejournal.com]

Oh sweet and tender and just a little awkward! perfect wee!cest. nothing to big but they have begun down the slippery slope.

I really loved Dean's progression from NO! to doing it, because it is Sam.

Very nice!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Dean really can't say no. Sam's kinda like a drug, in that, with Dean the addict *g*

And yep, that slope is slippery as hell. I'd feel sorry for him, but I think it's for the best anyway ;)

[superdork37.livejournal.com]

Oh they are so cute! Great fic!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

And dude. Your icon! GUH. :)

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

mmm, so so nice.... warm and sweet, hesitant in all the right places. lovely!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, honey :) *hugs* I'm glad you enjoyed it. Poor Dean, he just has no idea, does he?

[sylph-ironlight.livejournal.com]

Aaaw. Very cute. Loved these lines:

The kiss ends slowly, Dean easing them out of it with licks and gentle suction. Sam's panting softly, and he looks stunned, eyes wide and glazed. That makes Dean's stomach clench again--both the look, and the warmth he feels knowing he caused it.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story :)