Seduced by Sleighbells
Title: Seduced by Sleighbells
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme [include theme number]: 22 - ichi-go, ichi-e
Characters and Relationship (romantic or platonic): Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester (romantic)
Rating: R
Disclaimer [if needed]: I own nothing Supernatural
Warnings: slash, incest
The bells rang at the steady pace of the horses’ trot as they pulled the sleigh.
“Are you sure there’s something going on in those stables?” Sam asked as his breath fogged in front of his face.
“Six people dead, dude. I know horses have hooves, but these guys were stabbed. And horses aren’t unicorns.”
They watched the group on the hayride scamper down to the ground and race to the shack that had hot chocolate and cider. There was a line and the sleigh filled up again. A whistle from the driver and the Clydesdales were off.
“So do we just wait until the rides are done and everyone is at home or do you think we could scout the barn out while the driver is occupied?”
“I’m freezing. I’d like a peek in that barn.”
The building wasn’t heated but at least it was out of the wind. That in itself made it feel much warmer. Sam looked at Dean and his nose was bright red from the cold. He couldn’t help it, he laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing, Rudolph.”
Dean shot Sam a look.
“It struck me as funny.”
Dean did not smile.
Word didn’t work, so Sam convinced Dean with action. He put his hands on Dean’ s cheeks and kissed his cool lips. His tongue entered the warmth of Dean’s mouth and Dean gripped his shoulders to hold him in place.
“The driver might be done soon,” Sam regretted starting something.
“Don’t care,” Dean replied as he roughly pulled Sam to him. He kissed Sam breathless.
Hands wandered over their clothing and migrated to their hips. Dean slid his hand down the back of Sam’s loose fitting jeans. His chilly fingers made Sam gasp when they found his hole. They were so close together, they were breathing the same air.
“What’s going on down there!” a harsh voice sliced through the night.
Their moment was ruined and it was time to get back to work.
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme [include theme number]: 22 - ichi-go, ichi-e
Characters and Relationship (romantic or platonic): Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester (romantic)
Rating: R
Disclaimer [if needed]: I own nothing Supernatural
Warnings: slash, incest
The bells rang at the steady pace of the horses’ trot as they pulled the sleigh.
“Are you sure there’s something going on in those stables?” Sam asked as his breath fogged in front of his face.
“Six people dead, dude. I know horses have hooves, but these guys were stabbed. And horses aren’t unicorns.”
They watched the group on the hayride scamper down to the ground and race to the shack that had hot chocolate and cider. There was a line and the sleigh filled up again. A whistle from the driver and the Clydesdales were off.
“So do we just wait until the rides are done and everyone is at home or do you think we could scout the barn out while the driver is occupied?”
“I’m freezing. I’d like a peek in that barn.”
The building wasn’t heated but at least it was out of the wind. That in itself made it feel much warmer. Sam looked at Dean and his nose was bright red from the cold. He couldn’t help it, he laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing, Rudolph.”
Dean shot Sam a look.
“It struck me as funny.”
Dean did not smile.
Word didn’t work, so Sam convinced Dean with action. He put his hands on Dean’ s cheeks and kissed his cool lips. His tongue entered the warmth of Dean’s mouth and Dean gripped his shoulders to hold him in place.
“The driver might be done soon,” Sam regretted starting something.
“Don’t care,” Dean replied as he roughly pulled Sam to him. He kissed Sam breathless.
Hands wandered over their clothing and migrated to their hips. Dean slid his hand down the back of Sam’s loose fitting jeans. His chilly fingers made Sam gasp when they found his hole. They were so close together, they were breathing the same air.
“What’s going on down there!” a harsh voice sliced through the night.
Their moment was ruined and it was time to get back to work.