ITS THE QUEEN OF J2's BIRTHDAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY @bellereluv ILY ;D!! (i hope you enjoy ur present below kekeke)
a little weecest! this is kind of a long one!! (food fetish-ish, a little tiny bit of noncon👀)
sam had always had a bit of a sweet tooth, but it got really bad somewhere around 6 years old. More often than not you could find the little boy with chocolate ice cream covering his chin or sugar crystals around his lips. older ladies often told dean it was a sign of how sweet sam was, but he never really understood that.
sure, sam was about as harmless and gentle as a baby deer, but he was a piece of work... dean tried to be nice and "buy" sammy a fudge popsicle from the gas station next door. truthfully he stole, it but he doesn't need sam to get any ideas. not at this age.
sam's still so young and so naïve about what really goes on in the world around him, keeping secrets from him hurts but dean's willing to do anything to protect his precious baby brother from the monsters outside the walls of their shitty motel room.
dean watches as sam sits too close to the tv, absolutely desecrating the popsicle. he tries hard not to stare at the way the popsicle disappears between sam's lips, just like the way that lady does with the big buff guy in the bad porno dad watches when he thinks they're asleep... that's probably wrong to think about his little brother.
the sticky chocolate is covering sam's chin and shirt, "jesus, sammy..." dean sighs, kneeling down to try and wipe some of it off. sam whines in protest, "y'made a mess, stop whinin'..." dean grumbles, standing up with a huff. "you completely ruined your shirt, dude. dad's gunna be so mad..."
sam looks down at the large brown stain covering his yellow striped shirt, chewing at his lip. "sorry, dean..." he says in that soft little voice, the one dean can never be mad at. dean sighs again, shaking his head, "let's get you outta that, c'mon." he pulls sam up and tugs the sticky shirt up over his head.
where dean has gotten leaner in the 4 years he has on sam, little sammy is still soft around the edges, his tummy looks like that of a cherub, he's just missing the wings. sam has always been an angelic looking little thing, it makes people want to pinch and poke him everywhere. even now, dean wants to press his fingers into that sweet, doughy skin.
"c'mon..." dean motions, "y'need a bath." but sam shakes his head, "i haven't finished my popsicle..." the melting treat is still in sam's hand, tacky chocolate covering his fingers and dripping all over the carpet. dean hisses, wrenching sam's hand over his own to keep it from ruining the carpet and possibly getting dad pissed when he comes back.
"jesus-" the chocolate drips into his palm and some of it onto sam's chest. dean can't keep his eyes from the milky syrup running down his little brother's chest, "messy little shit..." he mumbles, thumb coming up to brush through the trailing liquid. he can't help himself when he unconsciously rubs it into sams soft skin, making it all sticky. dean wonders if it tastes sweet.
sam squirms at the sticky feeling and whines again, trying to pull away from dean, but dean doesn't let him. he brings his chocolate slick palm, drenched from shielding the musty motel carpet from the mess, and presses it to sams chest, unable to stop himself from spreading it all over that baby soft skin.
"dean- what are you doing...?" sam asks with wide eyes. he's clearly not a fan of this odd sensory experience, especially with his brother acting so weird... "don't i deserve a treat, too, sammy?" dean asks lowly, crouching a little to make direct, close and personal eye contact with sam. the little boy shrugs shyly, "why didn't you get your own popsicle..." he asks timidly. dean grins tilting his head slightly, "because you're the sweetest treat out there, sammy." he whispers. before sam can fully process those words, dean leans in to lick at sam's chocolate covered skin.
sam wiggles under the weird feeling of his big brother's tongue all across his chest, sticky hands resting on dean's shoulders to steady himself, if only a little. sam's breathing is a little hard as his little brain sprints to catch up with what's happening to him. "dean-" he whimpers, and dean pulls away to shush him, "it's okay, baby... just let your big brother finish his dessert..." he says quietly, soft and gentle as to not spook sammy. it's a weird feeling dean has in this moment. he's not dumb, he's seen the things his dad watches past their bed time. he knows what sex is. this isn't sexual, right? he's just showing his baby brother love. it's not weird to do this...
or atleast that's what dean tells himself as he licks carefully over sam's little puffy nipple. the gasp that elicits from sam is maddening to dean, so he does like he's seen on that tv screen when he's not supposed to be awake and swirls his tongue experimentally over that soft, sensitive skin in hopes of pulling another noise from sam.
it makes dean's belly clench in a way he's never quite felt before when sam tries to push him away... the older boy feels a sense of mind numbing power as he holds sam in place and continues to explore that sweet skin with his tongue. "stop fucking moving, sammy..." he whispers into sam's skin, the boy wails again, "dean it feels funny- please stop-" but dean can't stop...
in fact he doesn't stop until his brain finally catches up to the fact that sam is sobbing, refusing to look at him. "shit-" he grabs sam's face to make him look him in the eye, "i'm sorry, sammy- i'm sorry-" he never meant to make sam cry, he hates when sam cries. "please forgive me, buddy... i don't know what came over me-" dean isn't really that sorry for what he did, but for making his baby boy cry. sam looks at him with watery eyes, "i forgive you, dean..." dean softens into a puddle immediately at that sad little voice.
sam's always been a sweet and forgiving thing, never wanting to see the bad in people, especially not dean. he should hate dean right now. as dean walks him to the motel bathroom he has to try not to wince everytime his jeans pull against his crotch. he had never had a boner before... jesus he got his first boner from licking his brother up and down like a dog. he feels a little sick to his stomach as he washes sam in the tub, trying hard not to let hands wander or touches to linger too long...
he feels like throwing up when he sits on the squeaky couch after sam is long asleep, and for the first time jerks off to the thought of plush little lips, his hands holding down wriggling little limbs and lapping up sticky, chocolatey skin.
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