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Reading your thing about Sam leaving the motel room it got me thinking that the crossover probably happened in later spn seasons (well, they met at the bunker...) but how would season 1 Sam act around Ben? Older!Sam complied and stopped calling him 'Ben' but for me Young!Sam would talk back a bit more and it would end up being like a game more than Ben being genuinely pissed at him. There would be a burning incident at the beginning but then Young!Sam would push Soldier Boy's buttons until he gets physical and punches him— it's what he's used to with Dean and John and Ben looks just like Dean while also being much older. It scratches an itch he didn't know he had until then and Soldier Boy knows. He's an asshole but he's not an idiot, Sam likes the punches and he's learned when to stop. He only stops the punches, though, Ben still turns Sammy around and fucks him. It's so much better to do it on a reflective surface so he can look at Sammy's teary puppy eyes staring back at him in defiance.

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S1!Sam Winchester x Soldier Boy (Ben) - Samboy

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summary: S1 Sam ends up in Soldier Boy's universe by accident, these are snapshots of them together.

tw: Canon-Typical Violence, Homophobic Language, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Not Beta Read, Dimension Travel, Soldier Boy Being an Asshole, Top Soldier Boy, Bottom Sam Winchester, Threats of Violence, Brat Sam Winchester, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Public Masturbation, Hair-pulling, Rape/Non-con Elements, Weirdcest, Incest Kink, Humiliation, Come Swallowing, Shower Sex, Unsafe Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Fighting Kink, Creampie, Cockwarming, Strength Kink, Loss of Virginity, Sam loses his ASS virginity, Feminization, Coming Untouched

a/n: this thing almost killed me but i'd be a big liar if i said i didn't enjoy writing this. why the fuck do i like torturing myself? (because the result is very satisfying) ANYWAY ENJOY!!!! <3

The sight of a 22-year old and a 105-year old who looks like he's in his mid-thirties definitely catches some attention, especially when the said 22-year old can't shut his mouth, and is still too young, too reckless, too smart for his own good.

So Sam spends as many chances to bother Soldier Boy as possible. Not because he has a death wish but because it's a second nature at this point, considering the man is wearing his brother's face, only just older, more rugged and mean. A right, colossal asshole.

When they stop at a rest stop, Soldier Boy angrily makes his way to the toilets and Sam follows, hands in his hoodie's pockets, and when someone walks by, Sam says, "Does your wife know you're out here with me?"

Ben doesn't even stop in his steps, which is a miracle, because he would have killed Sam if it was any another day, but he really needed to take a piss, and it felt like his bladder was about to burst. So he slammed the door of the men's room open, quickly unzipping his trousers and relieving himself, a scowl etched on his face as Sam stood back, watching him.

When Soldier Boy was done, he doesn't even bother with flushing or wiping, he shakes his dick a little and tucks it back inside his trousers, turning back around to leave.

"You're so disgusting," Sam spits, arms crossed and reeking of babybrother disgust.

"I will put you over my knee, you little cocksucker," Ben threatens and Sam grimaces, he's about to stick his tongue out but he holds it and scrunches his nose, pushing the door open with his shoulder and walking back to the car.

Being with Soldier Boy felt exciting as it was scary, Sam was in a completely other universe, where he somehow ended up finding a man who looked exactly like his brother, not as pretty as his Dean, but older, hairier somehow, with longer hair, the same colour as their dad's, and a beard too.

Sam felt like he was witnessing something special, like he was allowed a glimpse into the future, of what his brother would look like older. Sam didn't know whether this was a gift, or the last bit of mercy he'll get, because he's sure he won't live long enough to witness this. He knows he's rotten, he knows there's something wrong with him and it's only a matter of time before something comes and drags him to hell, where his wretched soul belongs.

As much as Ben was handsome, gorgeous in a rugged, pure masculine way, he was, unfortunately, an asshole. Backward thinking, misogynistic and self centred. Every time the man opens his mouth, Sam feels his whole body tense up, he grimaces in discomfort and tries to bite his tongue, because he knows there's so much that Ben can take from Sammy's smart mouth. But there's still a part of Sam that's curious on how his hands would feel wrapped around his neck or wrists.

Sam knows his brother's hands are rough, they're pretty still, but definitely hardened from the years of using guns and machetes on monsters. But this Dean, he doesn't look like he's ever seen fight in his life, if his perfect, unscarred skin, is anything to go by. Even though Soldier Boy keeps talking about fighting Nazis with his old superhero team, Payback (a very corny name if you asked Sam).

So when they're parked on the side of the road, a map open in front of them, trying to figure out where to go next, Ben wants to drive North and Sam wants to go South, where he first appeared in this world, Ben doesn't give a rat's ass so Sam tries to convince him to go South, he's talking fast, his voice getting higher and higher in pitch, all whiny and bratty baby brother. He sees the moment Ben's shoulders tense, before he can even close his mouth, a sharp sting hits his lips, Ben backhanded him.

Sam stumbles back with the force of it, his back hitting the side of the car as he yelps, his hands cupping the lower half of his face. It stings like a motherfucker and Sam can tell that Ben was holding back his strength, which makes him angry. He looks up at Soldier Boy, who's staring at him with cold, hollow eyes. Sam doesn't hesitate to gather the blood in his mouth before spitting right on Ben's chest, the red glob messily landing on Ben's zip up hoodie.

Ben doesn't say anything, he looks down at the mess on his chest, then back up at Sam, but this time his eyes are heated, he looks angry and Sam shivers, his lower lip wet with spit and blood, dripping down his chin.

"That's it," Ben grunts, grabbing Sam's floppy hair in his fist and pushes him down on the asphalt. Sam's knees hit the ground hard, making him cry out, eyes stinging. But Ben doesn't care, with one hand in Sam's hair and the other unzipping his trousers, he takes his dick out and taps Sam's cheek twice, to open up.

Sam opens his eyes back up, he glares at him with as much ferocity as he can muster, and when he refuses to open his jaw, Ben sighs and pushes his finger between Sam's lips, when he feels Sam try to bite down on it, he grits his teeth, "Open your mouth or I'll fucking rip your teeth out, you know I'll do it, boy,"

Sam reluctantly opens his mouth and Ben gathers spit and blood with his fingers, slicking up his cock with the mess, ignoring Sammy's pained hiss when he grazes his split lip with his knuckle. Ben pulls harder on Sam's hair, holding his head exactly like how he wants it.

Sam's heart is hammering in his chest all the while. His eyes are zeroing on the thing between Soldier Boy's legs, he can't tell for sure if Ben is as big as Dean, but he does have freckles in the inside of his thighs too, his pubic hair is wiry and curly, clearly untrimmed, and Sam wants to gag when he realises he's never seen this man wipe himself after using the bathroom, like ever.

The thought doesn't linger long on his mind when Ben gets closer and feeds Sam's mouth full of cock, his balls hitting Sam's chin as the boy cries and gags on it. He's trying very hard not to vomit right then and there, and when Ben realises he's probably never sucked cock before, he pulls out, Sam heaving and violently coughing, his shoulders shaking as he spits on the floor, by Ben's dirty shoes.

"You've never sucked cock before?" Ben asks, slowly stroking himself in his fist and Sam shakes his head, cheeks wet with tears.

"Coulda fooled me, you've got a mouth made to suck dick," Ben says, and he's not even smirking or anything, he's just staring straight at him, expression unreadable, he almost looks bored and that makes Sam a little nervous. He really doesn't want to know what this man will make him do if he can't even suck his dick without choking half to death on it. Sam thinks of his virgin ass and he feels sweat gather at the back of his neck and at the dip of his back.

"Teach— Teach me," Sam spits out quickly, which seems to take Soldier Boy by surprise.

Ben frowns, "Teach you? Do I look like a faggot to you?"

"You can't use that word, it's homophobic," Sam frowns, sniffing when he feels his nose leak.

"Homo-what?" Ben is laughing in shock, his hand still stroking himself faster and faster, right there in front of Sam's face. When Sammy realises, he gulps, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Ben grins down at him and Sam realises he doesn't see this man smile much, and when he does, it's never a good, which is beyond fucked.

"Are you— You're so fucking disgusting, you're supposed to be—" Sam is baffled, the man is getting off on humiliating him. Ben groans and throws his head back, giving Sam a view of his thick, sweaty neck. Sammy feels the urge to run his tongue over his Adam's apple, over the stubble and freckles when the head of Ben's cock pokes him in the cheek.

He grimaces, "You're such a disgrace, I can't believe you call yourself a superh—"

Sam doesn't get to finish his sentence when Soldier Boy blows his load all over Sam, a good chunk of it landing inside his mouth, mid-sentence. Some land messily down his chin, and all over his t-shirt, staining his chest.

Sam leans forward to spit his mouthful of cum but he's suddenly slammed against the car door. With a hand around his mouth and the other on his neck, pinning him, the Supe snarls in his face, "You swallow what I give you,"

Sam's eyes are wide and frantic, staring at the man who stinks of old blood and sweat. When Sam doesn't do anything in the span of two seconds and a half, Ben's chest starts to hum, a faint yellow suddenly appearing under his skin and bones, glowing brighter far too fast for Sammy's comfort, so he quickly swallows, Ben feeling it under his palm on the boy's neck.

Sam watches the Supe's chest until the light fades away and that's when Ben takes his hand off Sam's neck. Sammy expects him to get up, tuck himself back in his trousers and get in the car. But that's not what he does, well, not before leaning and placing a kiss to his own hand, right above Sam's mouth.

Sam is confused and scared, then Ben gets up, tucks himself in his trousers, is about to get back in the car when he notices the bulge between Sammy's legs. Ben scoffs, disgusted, "Get in the car,"

When Soldier Boy finally fucks Sam it's after a nasty fight.

They were at one of those break spots by the motorway, where it's just a bunch of table and benches, and one public toilet. Nothing was around but the road and flat lands. So Sam takes the chance to stretch his legs a little, walking around while eating his sandwich, while Soldier Boy goes to take a piss.

He's not sure when they appeared, but Sammy realised too late that he was surrounded by a group of people, all dressed in funny costumes. He freezes then, as they stare at him like he's a piece of meat.

"What're you doing here, son?" One of them ask, hands on his hips, wearing a black suit with a yellow face mask.

Sammy gulps his mouthful, "Having…lunch?" He lifts his sandwich in the air, confused.

"You know it's against the law to loiter?" Someone adds and Sammy frowns, "It's literally not even a crime, this is a rest stop,"

"Are you talking back to him?!" A woman walks up to him, hissing. Her suit was black too, only that her face mask was red as well as her hair.

"Are you talking back to me, son?" The yellow head guy tilts his head to the side and Sammy feels himself start to get angrier. He's not even doing anything and they're picking up on him, and worst of all, he knows they must be Supes who were bored so decided to fuck with him. Sam bites his tongue before he says anything stupid and one of them eats him or something, he's seen some freaky shit since he's been here.

The man that first talked to him is now stalking up to him, he raises one hand when his group follows. Sam watches the man stare at him, clearly seizing him up. He has no idea what this guy even wants from him, so he keeps still, and curses Soldier Boy for being God knows where.

"You're not from around here, are you?" The man says and Sam tenses.

The man raises a hand, going straight to the back of Sam's neck, tugging at the hair there, his gloved fingers scratching his skin. Sam is about to punch the man in the eye but by then, he's gone in a blur.

Sam realises that the blur was Ben, who was now on top of the other Supe, his hands around his neck, slamming him repeatedly on the ground, "HE'S MINE!" He's snarling, growling in the dead man's face, rabid and out of control.

Sam's sandwich is dropped to the floor as he stumbles back, the other Supes jumping to try and get Soldier Boy off their leader. But it doesn't work, because Ben turns around and he blows them all with a blast from his chest. Sam uses his arm to cover his face from the unbearable heat of it.

"Get in the car!" Soldier Boy roars and Sam listens, locking the door behind him like that'll do anything as he watches the chaos from the passenger seat.

Even though half of the Supes are still on the ground, he doesn't stop. One of them attempts to flee by flying away, so Soldier Boy quickly grabs a whole bench, the type that's a table with a bench attached on both sides, the heavy-duty kind and throws it at the Supe. The Supe shouts, ends up falling straight down, on top of the public toilets, straight through the ceiling.

Then Soldier Boy gets punched at the back of his head, he turns around and grabs the Supe's arm mid-punch and breaks it in half, throwing the limb over his shoulder and dragging the Supe close to smash his face in with his head. The body falls on the floor messily and Soldier Boy steps over it making his way to his next target.

His next target is the same Supe that hissed in Sam's face, the woman with the red face mask. She knows she can't escape him, so she starts to beg for her life, hands in the air and walking backwards. When Ben runs up to her at super speed, he punches her straight through her mouth, his fist coming out on the other side of her skull. She slumps against his body, and he says something that Sam can't hear, then he takes his fist back, letting her lifeless body fall to the ground.

That's when Sam stops watching and instead stares at his lap, the sound of pain, fear, broken bones and ripped flesh ringing in his ears as Soldier Boy kills every single one of them, at some point he even goes checking for that Supe that fell through the toilets, to make sure he was actually dead.

Sam flinches when Ben gets in the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He doesn't look up, but he can smell the stench of blood and guts all over him. The car comes to life under him, and Soldier Boy drives off. Sam doesn't know where they're going, or how long Soldier Boy's driving for. They don't say anything and Sam doesn't move a muscle either. At some point, Ben turns on the radio, just like Sam has taught him a couple of weeks ago, he plays with it until he gets frustrated at the choices of songs being played in this day and age, then turns it off. Sam is glad Ben doesn't destroy the radio by punching it.

The whole ride, Sam's replaying the fight over and over in his head, especially Soldier Boy's words; he's mine.

Sam doesn't know how to feel about it, isn't even sure what Soldier Boy meant by it. He's what? How is Sam his? Maybe they're related by blood, considering he's the exact carbon copy of his brother back home. But really, this whole time, Soldier Boy has done nothing that would insinuate that he considered Sam a friend, a— what the fuck are they?

Sammy is starting to panic, Soldier Boy does not like him. Soldier Boy likes playing with him.

The car jerks to a stop and Sam realises they're in the parking lot of a motel. He finally looks at Ben and his heart skips a beat when he realises Ben was already looking at him. His hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat and blood drying on his skin, all over his knuckles, his strong, veiny forearms and all over his neck and chest. His jeans were a mess too. Fire erupts at the bottom of Sam's stomach when he notices the big bulge between Ben's thick legs.

He rips his eyes off the man's lap right as Ben grabs the door, about to open it and Sam grabs his arm, "I'll do it,"

Ben looks down at Sam's hand on his arm and Sam worries he'll lose it right then and there, so he let go, "You're covered in blood, they'll call the cops if they see you."

Sam hold his breath until Soldier Boy finally lets go of the door handle, relaxing in his seat, so Sam opens the glove compartment, taking out a wad of cash and practically leaping out of the car. As soon as he's out, he takes a deep breath, taking in clean cold air instead of the smell of blood and guts. Sam hurries to the front desk and gets them a room for two nights.

Once back to Soldier Boy, he grabs their bags because he knows the man wouldn't lift a finger. He hands Ben the keys and lets him lead the way to the number on the little keychain.

Their room has got two queens, it's relatively clean and the sheets are this pale yellow colour. Soldier Boy goes straight to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind him as Sam puts their bags on the floor, by one of the beds. He lowers his body on the bed, warmth still spreading through his stomach, making him tingle with pleasure every once in a while. His stomach flips when he hears clothes fall to the ground in the bathroom, then water being turned on.

Sam feels lonely all of a sudden, on the bed. He's hungry too, not for his poor sandwich, but for something more primal, something carnal. So Sam grabs his bag and leaves the motel room, "I forgot something in the car!"

Soldier Boy doesn't really hear Sam, he hears his voice but not the words that come out of his mouth. He's standing under the spray of the hot water, head hung low as he watches the blood swirl around his feet and go down the drain. He's trying to control his breathing, he's actively fighting off his powers from activating in the shower. He really wants to sit his ass down on the bed, in front of the TV and get Sam to bring him something to eat, preferably a greasy Burger and a bottle of Whiskey.

Ben doesn't even know what exactly happened, only that he really didn't like what they were doing to Sam. His body reacted before his brain caught up with him, and by the time it did, he killed every last one of the Supes. A bunch of snivelling pussies, in Soldier Boy's opinion. Harassing Sam, a civilian, who was eating a damn sandwich in peace. His Sammy, his skinny, floppy-haired, dumb-eyed, puppy looking Sammy. It was horrifying, how they thought they could harass him just because they felt like it and think they could get away with it.

But what Soldier Boy failed to understand was why he said what he said; He's mine.

What the fuck? Why in the world would he even say that? He didn't even like the kid. Why he was still dragging him around for weeks now was his own business, and he doesn't answer to no one but himself.

It's then that Sam comes back, and Soldier Boy knows because he knows the sound of his footsteps by heart. Heavy, a little clumsy, and he tends to drag his feet too, limbs too long.

Sam doesn't even knock when he comes in the bathroom, the door was wide open after all, and Soldier Boy knows he's looking at him. Can feel his eyes on his back and ass. When Sam doesn't move or say anything, Soldier Boy sighs, lifting his head to stare at the wall instead, "What do you want?"

He didn't mean to sound mean. It just came out like that.

And it looked like it was the wrong thing to say because Sam gulps, "Never mind,"

Soldier Boy hears him turn around to quickly escape the bathroom, Soldier Boy is not having it.

He steps out of the shower, naked and wet, and grabs Sam by the back of his shirt, pulling him in, Sam's legs flying from under him as his back hits the Supe's chest, "You wanna say something to me; you say it, like a fucking man,"

Sam yelps, feeling his shirt absorb water.

Soldier Boy feels Sam's hammering heart through his chest, like a scared little rabbit. He frowns when he registers the heat emitting from Sam, his skin was warm, and his ears were red.

Soldier Boy spins Sam around and he stares at him suspiciously, "What did you do?"

Sam whimpers and refuses to answer, staring at Soldier Boy with big shiny eyes.

Ben squints his eyes at the boy, dragging them down Sam's chest, to the bottom of his shirt, where he sees shiny fingerprints left on the fabric. Soldier Boy doesn't linger when he lifts the shirt and sees that Sam's button was open and the zipper was half up.

Sam turns beet red as Soldier Boy drags his fingers down Sam's happy trail, the waistband of his jeans, before he goes any further he stops and he finally looks back at Sammy. He looks at him for a while, then says, "Answer my question,"

"What?" Sam squeaks, eyes wide.

"What did you do?" Soldier Boy asks again, voice deep, almost a whisper.

"I fin—" Sam tries to say it, tries to tell Dean how he went to the car and fingered himself for the first time ever in the backseat, using a jar of Vaseline, with his fist in his mouth so nobody hears. He's not sure why he did, but he felt like he should, he felt like that was the natural thing to do in that situation. He wanted to give Soldier Boy something for saving his life. And he's got nothing to give but his body.

Sam feels frustrated with himself at first, then at Soldier Boy for not reading the room, it was so obvious.

"If you're too stupid to get it then—" Sam huffs, pushing Soldier Boy's hands off of him, to get out of that stupid bathroom but it proved to be futile because Soldier Boy grabbed him again, harder than before, and this time, slammed him against the hard, cold wall of the shower instead of his warm chest.

"What's your fucking problem, huh?" Soldier Boy hisses in Sam's face, not as mean as usual, like the fight took it out of him, tiring him out, even though it was practically impossible to imagine, considering who, and what Soldier Boy was.

"You go out and prepare your little boy-pussy for me, then chicken out at the last second?" Soldier Boy says and Sam whines, unhappy at being called out, his actions spoken in the air, for the universe to hear. He tries to fight Soldier Boy off, and Soldier Boy doesn't let him go. He keeps him pinned, he even starts tugging his t-shirt up, undressing him. "You can't even admit to yourself you want me to fuck you, you have to be a little asshole and fight me, you want me to make you, hm?"

Sam doesn't like being called out one bit. Tears burn in his eyes and his dick twitches in his pants, making Soldier Boy hum, satisfied.

"You're just a little whore, Sammy. Getting wet for a man that looks just like your big brother." Soldier Boy snickers right in his ear, easily taking off Sammy's boots and socks with one hand while the other holds Sam's giant mitts against his chest. "Don't worry," Soldier Boy whispers in his ear, breath wet against the side of his neck, "By the time you go back to your brother, you'll be the best little cock sleeve a motherfucker could ask for,"

As soon as the words leave Soldier Boy, he regrets them a little because he doesn't think he'll necessarily be up to letting Sam leave him here. But that's a problem for another day. So once Sam is naked, he drags his hand down to Sam's ass, squeezing. Sam moans loudly, head thrown back and all, the water still turned on above their heads. By this point the water has gone cold, but it's not like Soldier Boy or Sam have noticed, too absorbed in each other to realise. Soldier Boy sneaks his fingers to Sam's messy hole, his digits slipping around the skin. He pushes his middle finger against the opening and smiles when it gives, letting him in.

Sam was shaking like a leaf in his arms, so Ben presses in closer, sharing his body heat with him but makes no move to shut the water off. Soldier Boy plays with Sam's hole while Sam pants and moans, and when Ben gets tired of the noises, he drags his head down by his hair and kisses him, hard.

Soldier Boy's kisses are dirty. They're filthy and all empowering. He's the one leading and taking exactly what he wants from you. He somehow tastes like blood, beer and coffee. Sam's eyes roll at the back of his head as Soldier Boy scissors his fingers in his ass, playing with it more than actually preparing him for his dick. Ben eventually pulls away, a thin of string attaching Ben's lower lip to Sam's teeth, it's disgusting as it is hot.

Ben contemplates turning Sammy around to fuck him to an inch of his life, but decides to instead bend down a little and grab Sammy's thighs, lifting him with ease. With Sam's legs around his hips, he grins big and sharp at Sam in his arms, who looks so fragile and small. His eyes are shiny and his lips are wet and plump, he's also red in the chin and cheeks due to the friction caused by Ben's facial hair. His hair is wet and sticking to his forehead, his eyelashes too, wet and clumped together. He looks especially young then, almost precious and Soldier Boy wants to kiss him. But he doesn't. Instead he grabs his dick with one hand and feeds it to Sam's hole.

Sam's groan comes out of his mouth like he's being gutted, the back of his head hits the wall at his back, his eyes screwed shut and his fingers digging in Soldier Boy's broad shoulders.

Soldier Boy grunts, slamming his hips forward until he's balls deep and he stays there, breathing through the tight, hot grip of Sam's wet hole. He feels pleasure thrum under his skin like a heartbeat, and when he can't stay still anymore, instead of pulling out, he grabs Sam by the hips and pulls him off his dick.

Sam wails at Ben's strength and at the loss of his cock, then a loud cry rips itself out of his throat when Ben drops him on his dick again. Sam claws at Ben's shoulders, holding on for dear life while he tries to muffle himself in Ben's neck. It doesn't really work due to their position and height difference, but Sam tries his best nonetheless while Soldier Boy absolutely batters his little virgin hole.

Soldier Boy is grunting like an animal and Sam is crying, his body jolted up and down with the way Ben's holding him. He feels his walls get stretched by Ben's cock, and it's heavy inside him, he can feel it deep, he knows it's not that big but it feels like it's massive, sitting in his guts. The monster didn't even wear a condom before driving himself inside, not like Sam really expected him to. If Sam said something about it, Ben would laugh in his face, how he shouldn't worry because he didn't really have a pussy and so he can't get pregnant.

Sam starts to squirm, a little annoyed that Soldier Boy has yet to touch his dick, he hasn't even looked at it once since he drove inside his hole, like he's really a girl, and not a man with dick and balls.

"What do you want? Stop moving," Ben hisses, right in Sam's wet mouth and Sam huffs, whines when Soldier Boy finally hits the right spot. He doesn't mean for his moan to be so high pitched, but it's too late for that when Ben grins, "There? Right Here? That your little spot? Hm, Sammy?"

Sam can't answer, his tongue useless in his mouth as he's slammed so hard on Ben's dick that his ass is starting to sting from the force of it. Every time Ben hits his little magical spot, he clenches down on him, making Ben curse, "Ah, shit,"

Ben then pushes him tight against the wall, and starts to jackhammer his hips fast, faster than any normal man could, as if he was a machine. Sam is sobbing, unable to breathe in properly as his insides get destroyed by Ben's dick. Ben doesn't slow down, he pants, "Tightest fuckin' pussy I had, Sammy, and you're not even a fucking chick, how about that?"

Sam doesn't know how he can even still speak full sentences while his heavy ball-sack smacks Sam's ass with his thrust, it's so unfair.

Soldier Boy's moans start to sound breathier then, and Sam knows he's about to come, probably inside him too.

As soon as the thought crosses his mind, Sam realises he's about to come too, he finally looks down at his dick bobbing between them. It was red and wet, leaking over them both. Sam tries to reach down to stroke himself, but his hand gets smacked away by Ben. Sam wants to cry again but Ben shushes him, "You have a pussy, remember? You don't need to touch it,"

Sam is way past being embarrassed at this point, all he wants is to come, so he tries to roll his hips, to get some more friction against his hole, and his wish gets granted when Soldier Boy grabs his legs and throws them over his shoulders, practically folding Sam in half. If it was any other man, they'd be both on the ground by now, but it wasn't. Ben was strong. Ben is Soldier Boy, and Soldier Boy's the strongest man Sam knows.

So Sam squeals as he gets fucked, folded like a damn lawn chair, his back to the wall and his whole weight being supported by one single man. Sam comes before he even realises he is, his ears are ringing and his hole was gripping Ben's dick with everything it got, sucking him in, making it hard for Ben to pull out again. Realistically, he could, very easily, but why would he when his dick was surrounded by scorching heat and wet, gummy, virgin walls. He comes then, jaw and ass clenched. Ben gives Sam everything he's got, deep in his guts, a wet, hot load of cum, just for him.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes, panting and slowly coming down from the intensity of it all. When Soldier Boy comes to, he looks at Sam and sees that he came all over his own chest and chin. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slack, Ben realises he must've passed out.

"Fucking virgin," Ben snickers under his breath and finally steps out of the shower. He stands in the bathroom with Sam in his arms, still buried inside him. He contemplates pulling out and putting the kid in one of the beds so he can go eat, but he's not that hungry (he is).

So instead, he shuts off the water, finally, and quickly dries both of them with one hand using a towel. He leaves the towel on the floor as he pads inside the room, he checks that the door is locked, then right as he's about to get into bed, he realises he doesn't trust the lock that much, so he drags one of the beds, the one closest to the door, in front of the door, in case someone tries to break in.

When that's done, he slips in bed, throwing the cover over Sam's body and his, the two still naked and attached together. Ben tries to get comfortable with the boy facing him, but his legs were too damn long and the angle wasn't right, so he slowly pulls out, before his cum even has a chance to leak out, he quickly turns Sam around and drags his back against his chest, on his side, and slides back in, as if he always belonged there.

Soldier Boy nuzzles his face against Sam's shoulder blade, closing his eyes and listening to Sam slumber. And for the first time in years, he feels truly satisfied and rewarded for saving someone.

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