fic: where it lands is where it should
title: where it lands is where it should
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em.
rating: pg-13
warnings: Sam (16), Dean (20)
characters/pairings: Sam/Dean
word count: 624
notes: Heh, looks like the wincest fairy decided to bonk me in the head today. Awesome. Just in time for Sasquatch's birthday :D flying without a beta as usual, and possibly taking liberties with Louisiana weather.
for keepaofthecheez. my first attempt at *real* wee!cest, all for you darlin.
Not fair
how he returns from her house
smelling like some wild, wild flower
-from 'Not Fair,' Ralph Fletcher
Sam hates Louisiana. It's barely May and already the humidity makes everything feel heavy, wet. His T-shirt sticks to his back. Mosquitoes buzz outside the window, and Sam thanks God they'll be gone in a few days. He can't imagine living here through the summer.
He just wishes Dad hadn't pulled him out of school last week in preparation for their next move. At least then he'd have homework to do, or a new book to read. But all Sam can focus on is the empty bed beside his. Dean's out, been disappearing every night after supper. It'll be one or two before Dean comes stumbling in, perfume on his shirt and lipstick on his face. Sam wants to punch his brother in the mouth.
He lies awake in their room for hours and imagines Dean out with one of the girls from town. The way her leg would hook over Dean's hip. The squeak of the backseat as Dean thrusts into her. The worst thing is, Sam can imagine it in surroundsound - he knows the sound Dean makes when he comes. He's memorized it, that long, slow exhale from deep in his brother's gut.
Sam really hates Louisiana.
Dean stumbles in around two-thirty, cusses quietly when he trips over one of Sam's tennis shoes. Sam lies still. He listens to his brother getting undressed. The clunking of Dean's boots against the floor, and the jangle of the change in his pocket when his jeans follow behind them.
Sam waits until Dean's settled, then pads across to the opposite bed, bare feet making no sound on the thin carpet. Dean blinks sleepily at him.
"Wha izzit?"
Sam climbs into Dean's bed, climbs onto Dean. His knees dig into the mattress on either side of Dean's hips. He's tired of slipping his hand down his boxers while Dean's out banging some chick or jerking off in the morning during his shower. He knows Dean can give him more than that. He has. The two of them have fumbled around in the dark before - mouths bumping and legs tangled together. But Dean hasn't touched him in months. Sam figures tonight is a good a night as any to make up for lost time.
He can feel Dean tense under him. "Sam," Dean's voice is rough. "Sam."
Sam puts his hand over his brother's mouth, rocks against Dean's leg. He bites his lip at the muffled nghhhhh Dean makes behind his hand.
"I want this," Sam says. "I deserve this."
And just like that, he feels Dean relax like he flipped some kind of switch. Sam takes his hand away, waits. He wants to do fucking back flips when Dean whispers, "Alright."
He settles for leaning down and biting along Dean's jaw.
Sam rolls off Dean and curls up next to him under the sheet. His boxers are sticky and gross, but he doesn't want to move. Not more than he has to.
He's silently grateful that whatever else their father does, they don't have to worry about him barging in unannounced. It's their own Winchester brand of privacy - the three of them spend so much time in each other's space, that when they actually have separate rooms, there is an unspoken agreement that each of them stays out unless someone's sick or injured. It might be Sam's favorite rule. Because he can get away with lying beside his brother. All night if he wants to.
Sam wiggles until his head rests under Dean's chin, and he slings an arm over Dean's stomach. Dean grunts beside him, "Dude, you are such a girl."
Sam grins. He doesn't say anything later when he feels Dean's fingers against his scalp, or when his brother whispers, "Happy Birthday Sammy."
- end
also, I used my little wincest icon twice. in one day. whahahahaha. and tomorrow this time I'll be ON A PLANE. *flails*
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em.
rating: pg-13
warnings: Sam (16), Dean (20)
characters/pairings: Sam/Dean
word count: 624
notes: Heh, looks like the wincest fairy decided to bonk me in the head today. Awesome. Just in time for Sasquatch's birthday :D flying without a beta as usual, and possibly taking liberties with Louisiana weather.
for keepaofthecheez. my first attempt at *real* wee!cest, all for you darlin.
Not fair
how he returns from her house
smelling like some wild, wild flower
-from 'Not Fair,' Ralph Fletcher
Sam hates Louisiana. It's barely May and already the humidity makes everything feel heavy, wet. His T-shirt sticks to his back. Mosquitoes buzz outside the window, and Sam thanks God they'll be gone in a few days. He can't imagine living here through the summer.
He just wishes Dad hadn't pulled him out of school last week in preparation for their next move. At least then he'd have homework to do, or a new book to read. But all Sam can focus on is the empty bed beside his. Dean's out, been disappearing every night after supper. It'll be one or two before Dean comes stumbling in, perfume on his shirt and lipstick on his face. Sam wants to punch his brother in the mouth.
He lies awake in their room for hours and imagines Dean out with one of the girls from town. The way her leg would hook over Dean's hip. The squeak of the backseat as Dean thrusts into her. The worst thing is, Sam can imagine it in surroundsound - he knows the sound Dean makes when he comes. He's memorized it, that long, slow exhale from deep in his brother's gut.
Sam really hates Louisiana.
Dean stumbles in around two-thirty, cusses quietly when he trips over one of Sam's tennis shoes. Sam lies still. He listens to his brother getting undressed. The clunking of Dean's boots against the floor, and the jangle of the change in his pocket when his jeans follow behind them.
Sam waits until Dean's settled, then pads across to the opposite bed, bare feet making no sound on the thin carpet. Dean blinks sleepily at him.
"Wha izzit?"
Sam climbs into Dean's bed, climbs onto Dean. His knees dig into the mattress on either side of Dean's hips. He's tired of slipping his hand down his boxers while Dean's out banging some chick or jerking off in the morning during his shower. He knows Dean can give him more than that. He has. The two of them have fumbled around in the dark before - mouths bumping and legs tangled together. But Dean hasn't touched him in months. Sam figures tonight is a good a night as any to make up for lost time.
He can feel Dean tense under him. "Sam," Dean's voice is rough. "Sam."
Sam puts his hand over his brother's mouth, rocks against Dean's leg. He bites his lip at the muffled nghhhhh Dean makes behind his hand.
"I want this," Sam says. "I deserve this."
And just like that, he feels Dean relax like he flipped some kind of switch. Sam takes his hand away, waits. He wants to do fucking back flips when Dean whispers, "Alright."
He settles for leaning down and biting along Dean's jaw.
Sam rolls off Dean and curls up next to him under the sheet. His boxers are sticky and gross, but he doesn't want to move. Not more than he has to.
He's silently grateful that whatever else their father does, they don't have to worry about him barging in unannounced. It's their own Winchester brand of privacy - the three of them spend so much time in each other's space, that when they actually have separate rooms, there is an unspoken agreement that each of them stays out unless someone's sick or injured. It might be Sam's favorite rule. Because he can get away with lying beside his brother. All night if he wants to.
Sam wiggles until his head rests under Dean's chin, and he slings an arm over Dean's stomach. Dean grunts beside him, "Dude, you are such a girl."
Sam grins. He doesn't say anything later when he feels Dean's fingers against his scalp, or when his brother whispers, "Happy Birthday Sammy."
- end
also, I used my little wincest icon twice. in one day. whahahahaha. and tomorrow this time I'll be ON A PLANE. *flails*