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Sunday Morning
It's early on a bright sunny Sunday morning. I’ve been lying here, listening to my partner's rhythmic breathing since I woke up wrapped in his warmth. He's so beautiful when he sleeps; he looks so peaceful and relaxed. He never used to look this relaxed when he slept; when we were kids he was always preparing to fight the next thing to come at us, trained by Dad to always be ready with the biggest guns to protect me or sleeping with that knife under his pillow. It’s taken a while but now it’s normal to be relaxed in sleep and have no weapons of mass destruction to hand!
I groan quietly with disappointment knowing that I've got to leave our sleepy little cocoon and go and get coffee. We have ‘routines’ now, and one of those routines is that I go and get morning coffee on a Sunday. I watch him for just a few seconds more and then in one fluid movement, I turn off the alarm clock, kiss his neck, sigh, and slip out of bed, got to practice those hunter moves some time. I head for the shower.
In the shower, I try to convince myself that, "Being up so early isn't that bad" and in the end I remember that seeing his smile when I bring him a coffee is worth the loss of a few minutes in bed... my mind wanders easily to the events of the night before and what has become our favourite way to have fun, relax, and fall asleep. I lather myself thoroughly with soap; it feels nice and smooth against my skin. Mindlessly, I take my dick and balls in hand, cleaning them probably more thoroughly than they need. My dick springs to life as I stroke it slowly, rhythmically and I wonder whether I should deny myself so that sex with Sam later will be more satisfying. That’s another routine, sleepy Sunday morning sex after I’ve brought the coffee.
I contemplate sex, specifically sex with Sam – which is about as great as it gets. It's the best. He's so passionate and so fucking hot! It's been 10 years and we still "romp" like we did that first time and it is still just as exciting. We have never reached that point other couples get to where they’re bored with each other. We’ve never gotten tired of being together. I suppose that may be to do with how much of my life I’ve spent in the same breathing space as Sammy. Most kids get some time away from their siblings but not the Winchesters boys; they got night after night of shared motel beds. Dad did his best but when you’re on a hunt you don’t have money for separate rooms. I don’t think I’d know how to sleep without Sam beside me now.
While towelling myself dry, I turn the light off so it won’t disturb him when I open the bathroom door, as I come back into the room I look longingly at my lover sleeping peacefully in that big bed. I notice him stir a little and moan. Sound asleep, but somehow he knows instinctively that I'm not there. I feel a tingle of delight in my loins just from looking at him and I smile broadly.
I pull on yesterday’s jeans; hurriedly do up the last few buttons of my shirt and slip on my trainers. I pause for a moment to consider his strong, handsome body again. Sunday mornings are the only time I get to see him like this so I savour it. His skin is smooth and taut against the firm, well-defined muscle of his shoulders and I know if I pulled down the sheet I’d see chest and legs that are toned and sleek too. Sammy really is a beautiful man.
I touch my half-hard dick through my jeans as I take one last look in the mirror, my hair has dried quickly in the morning warmth; leaving I close the bedroom door quietly, slip down the stairs and out the front door.
I walk to the local diner (there are only three in the whole of town and when we bought the house Sam insisted we buy one within walking distance of a good coffee shop!) and grab a cup of that hazelnut shit Sam likes and a black double espresso for myself. I drink the espresso before I leave the shop and pass a few minutes with the barista. She’s cute but nothing compared to what’s waiting for me back at home.
It’s only a couple of minutes later when I return to our house, I love this town. I undress in the living room trying to be quiet so I don't wake him; I really want to wake him with a kiss, so it’s worth the extra effort. I slip off my trainers and shirt, wrestling briefly with my jeans. Then I hang them in the living room closet, his closet, filled with thousands of CDs, cassettes, notebooks, old copies of Busty Asian Beauties and playboy and God only knows what else! I look around briefly and smile at his "stuff". God, how ‘normal’ our life has become since we gave up hunting.
I feel foolish standing in the living room in just my briefs. A gentle breeze is blowing the drapes and the bright sunlight, already strong and warm, is streaming through the windows. It’s gonna be a hot one today, what Dad would have called a three shirter. Won’t be long before it’s too hot for touching so I gently, quietly and slowly push open the bedroom door. I slip off my briefs and as I slip into bed beside him I whisper, "Morning" against his neck.
Sex in the morning is a real treat for us because usually either I'm rushing off to get to work on time or he's rushing out already late. I always laugh at him while he tries to walk and tie his shoes at the same time. Reminds me of when we were kids and I’d be hurrying him out the door to school. Sam works with kids and he's perfect with them. He loves them. Actually, there's a lot of boy in him. He's strong and masculine and powerful but gentle. He's still got a unique, boyish charm that could melt a glacier.
Tenderly, I wrap one arm around him and sneak my other one underneath him. His body is warm and sensual next to mine. This is what I long for.
Hugging him tightly, I whisper softly, "Hey, good morning sweetheart."
"Morning," he mumbles as he wiggles and stretches a little.
"You sleep okay?” I ask.
"Uh huh," he murmurs spying the coffee I’ve brought him on the dresser and he turns that Sam Winchester smile on me that I just can’t get enough of, his smiles fill me up with enough sappy happiness to kill a unicorn and I usually only earn them on a Sunday morning as I pass him his weekly mug-a-crap hazelnut thingumyjig. I kiss his neck up and down as he drinks it and blow gently into his ear trying to distract him, I want my reward, and that doesn’t include waiting patiently for him to finish that frothy thing. I blow more earning a shiver of anticipation because he knows what comes next. I’ve learnt all of his kinks over the years, I know all the places that make him moan and his most ticklish places too, and I intend to use every bit of that knowledge to my advantage this lovely morning.
"Tickles," he whispers, wriggling away from me as he finishes the last gulp of the coffee. He turns to face me, after he’s thrown the cup towards the bin in the corner of the room, I look into his beautiful eyes as he wraps his arms around me and we lock into an embrace. I love the strength in his arms as he kisses me. I trace the outline of his lips with my tongue teasingly and press against his teeth. He opens his mouth and easily sucks my tongue inside and we passionately explore each other’s mouths. The coffee has covered the morning breath and I chase the taste of hazelnut in his mouth. It’s one of the reasons I don’t mind being the coffee bitch on Sundays, the taste of Sammy’s mouth after he’s drunk it is divine. I feel him push his body closer to mine. I know what he's thinking. With our lips still locked I slide my hands underneath him and rub my hands up and down his back, it’s so muscular and strong. If I’m honest with myself he’s actually stronger than me and something about that makes me hotter than hell. I massage his neck and shoulders and explore the back of his body as if it were the first time, I love the feel of his arms holding me against him as I explore his skin, he moans into my mouth and I hold him closer. My adventurous hands finally begin to work their way downward and come to rest on his ass which I squeeze as he moans with delight.
I pull back from him a bit, "Wanna fuck around?" I ask, just like I did the first time. He pushes his lips against mine, grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls me closer, just like he did that first time too. Suddenly I can’t wait any longer, this morning has been too long already and I want to jump through the foreplay. I feel his teeth bite down on my tongue as I work my fingers into the crack of his ass, he wasn’t expecting that and I worry for a second that I can taste blood. I feel his ass muscles contract against the play of my fingers; I know he isn’t ready yet. I drop my little finger to the back of his balls and tickle them instead. Sam writhes with pleasure and the tension leaves him as suddenly as it came, he pushes his tongue deeper inside me, exploring and probing and I decide to go at his pace. He grabs me tightly, and then rolls onto his back pulling me on top of him. We grind against each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies and he angles it just right so that our dicks rub with the right friction. I want to wrap my hands around them and come over his stomach but he’s holding me too tight and I can’t get my hand between us.
Propping myself up on my elbows to take some of my weight off his ribcage I rub my nose and face against his, kissing it softly. I run my tongue along the line of his jaw and down the centre of his neck wiggling it back and forth, he responds by releasing the hold he has on me slightly so that I can manoeuvre a little more. I kiss and lick my way down the centre of his chest and abdomen. Barely touching him with my tongue, I run the tips of my fingers up and down his sides and I feel his body pulse with joy or ticklishness.
When I reach the bottom of the bed I begin to explore the inside of his ankle and calf with my tongue and he struggles above me, I know how ticklish this area is for him, but now I’m the one with the upper hand, he can’t get away from me so I work my way up the inside of his thigh to his crotch. I avoid his cock, teasing him by wetting his balls with my tongue. He pleads above me but I ignore it, this is my show and I’m calling the shots. I take them into my mouth. At first, one at a time and then both of them ... sucking and biting gently. I know he likes that and I hear him say, "Yeah, Fuck Dean, please more, oh yeah" and other inarticulate things.
I take the opportunity of his distraction to push my finger up behind his balls and massage that "spot" that I know drives him crazy. In response to my probing finger he thrusts his pelvis and I enjoy the feel of his balls moving in my mouth. I run my finger into the crack of his ass and probe upward. This time he is ready and lets me in.
“Fuck me," he pleads, "fuck me."
Sucking harder on his balls, I pull them away from his body. I let one, and then the other drop from my mouth and the begging increases. I sit up and rest myself on my feet, looking up his body to the flushed face that is watching me like a hawk. He is covered in a fine sheen of sweat that is just asking to be licked up, but I restrict myself to reaching my arms out so that I can massage his chest. His nipples stiffen instantly to the touch of my thumbs rubbing against them, another of his special spots; I’m really hitting them all this morning. I take the tips of his nipples between my fingers and pinch them.
"Harder ... harder!" he demands, he looks lost within the sensations I’m causing in his body.
Sam's whole body quivers as I squeeze and pinch his nipples, I know I could make him come just from this and the power of that knowledge floods through me, I have to force myself back to the job at hand.
I move my mouth down to just above the tip of his dick and breathe warm, moist air on it.
Sam begs, "Oh God. Don't tease me. Please"
In response I take the tip of his dick into my mouth and work him until all he can do is beg me to take him now.
"Fuck me,” I hear him say for the thousandth time and I think I’m almost ready to oblige him, but first I want to feel his whole cock as deep in my throat as I can get it. I relax my throat muscles feeling him push against the back of my throat. He moans loud as I swallow around him and at the same time I reach around and grab his ass holding him up against my face 'til my lips rest against his body. I breathe his natural fragrance and feel my nose against the bushy hair at the base of his cock, I love deep throating Sam, he is close to coming I think and I decide to tease him a little further. I squeeze my lips and work my mouth muscles on his dick while he begins to gently thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat. I am loving it, there is something about being able to do this to him that turns me on more than anything else, I think it’s the noises Sammy makes as he fucks my throat that get me. I pull away just before he loses control, letting his hard throbbing cock slap against his body. Sam is a full, delicious 9 inches when he's hard and if I suck long enough I'd swear it stretches to 11.
My arms instinctively reach for the back of his knees and push his legs up until his feet are flat against the bed, but I have other ideas for how he’s going to come today.
"Turn over?” I ask and he obeys unthinkingly.
He lifts his ass in the air a little as I wet one finger in my mouth and work it up into the crack of his ass. He knows we are getting to the main event so he doesn’t resist as I find his asshole and push my wet finger gently into him. He moans, "Oh yeah," wiggling his ass against my finger. I pull my finger out. Swiftly I bring my other hand down on his ass in a stinging slap. Sam grunts and jerks further up the bed, he wasn’t expecting that.
Whilst I continue to spank Sam with my hand, my other hand reaches over to the bedside table and I take some lube from a jar and grease my hard cock. Grabbing it at the base with two fingers, I massage up and down my shaft, it’s a sweet torture and I would be gutted if I came now without getting inside Sammy, especially when he’s lying so docile beneath me. I decide to torture myself further by taking my swollen rod in hand, I stroke it, twisting and squeezing the head as my hand passes over it. I notice Sam watching me over his shoulder. His eyes are full of desire and anticipation.
I push my lubed finger up his willing ass again and slowly work another finger into him. He's smiling so I move up into position and rub my dick against his balls. I push up behind them until my shaft rests against his asshole. He lifts himself and moves his ass around on my dick until he finds the right spot. Then he pushes his ass against me and I slide in.
When I’m fully seated inside him I have to stop for a second or this will be over far to quickly. To distract myself I spank him a few times again, hard enough to leave a mark. Again he grunts and tries to shift further up the bed, but now he’s impaled on my cock and he can’t move far. I lift his legs forward as far as they will go and spread them further apart so that I can get better access. As I thrust my cock all the way up into him I enjoy the feeling of power I have over him at this moment. He is mine, completely.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," he demands from below, trying to get some purchase on the bed so that he can push back against me.
I take that as the signal that it so obviously is and begin to fuck his ass, slowly at first and then harder and harder, the sound of my balls slapping against his tight muscles is loud in the room. I slap his ass harder and harder making a lot of noise; he seems to moan in time with the slaps. I look down and not only can I see my cock thrusting in and out of him I can see that his cheeks are starting to bloom with the heat of my slaps.
I lean back a little still fucking his ass but not as deeply and watch excitedly as he begins to stroke his own dick.
"Yeah, stroke that big dick," I say encouraging him, "Stroke it, Sammy." I can feel his ass muscles contracting around my dick he’s so close. As I fuck him even harder, even faster.
Leaning back a little further, I pull my cock almost all the way out and slam it back into his ass ... pull it out and slam it back in ... pull it out and slam it back in. Sam starts keening as I ride him hard.
Sammy begins to stroke his dick harder and harder in rhythm with my
Thrusting pelvis.
His moans are almost incoherent but I still hear, "Yeah OH yeah, fuck me. Fuck me hard Dean.”
"Your ass is so hot. I wanna fuck this spanked ass all day," I pant.
"Sam I'm gonna ... ohhhh.... Sam....” My body quakes as I come inside him. Sammy makes me feel like a teenager the way he makes me come so hard, all the while I continue to pump his ass through my aftershocks, desperate to stay inside him for those few extra seconds.
I hear him gasp as his cock erupts as burst after burst of hot sticky come shoots up onto the bed and around his hand, I feel his ass clenching around my softening cock, and then I slide out of him on a wave of come and lube.
Collapsing next to him he smiles that delighted little smile of his and giggles, "You're
Soooooo bad Dean!"