Mine (1/1)
Title: Mine
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean, unrequited Dean/Cas
Warnings: Graphic m/m sex (shouldn’t that be implied???)
Summary: Sam knows that he’s there. He just can’t bring himself to give a damn.
A/N: A (belated) Christmas present for my dear friend boggiecat! And sorry it’s so short, dear, but this is what the muse gave me. I hope that you enjoy it anyways.
Sam knows that he’s there. He just can’t bring himself to give a damn.
Tan trench coated men are few and far between these days, so the wisp of fabric he sees in the trees, in the middle of the woods, was most likely Cas.
If the angel didn’t already know about his and Dean’s relationship, he’d have freaked out more. However, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to show Cas just who Dean loves more.
Dean, too, was aware of the heavenly coitus interruptus, but unlike Sam, kinda felt a little twinge of guilt for it. He was aware of the torch the-little-angel-that-could held for him, and maybe in another lifetime, one in which he weren’t 100% devoted to Sam, he could have loved him back. But for now, he couldn’t think much past his brother’s dick in his ass, and tongue in his mouth.
Sam slid his hands up Dean’s sides, eliciting a moan from the older man, as he stared off at the tree behind which Castiel hid. If he were a better man, he would ignore their friend’s presence, but he wasn’t. Flipping them so Dean was in his lap, he hoped the show of Dean’s complete participation in their evening festivities would warn the holy tax accountant off.
Dean trembled at the change in position, how it forced the tip of Sam’s cock to brush so nicely against his prostate every time he rocked back down into his lover’s lap. He was fast approaching release, and couldn’t help but pick up the pace.
Sam slid his hand in between them, stroking Dean’s length. He was fighting dirty and he knew it, but two could play at that game.
“You know what, Sammy? I know you’re getting off on this…on knowing he’s watching us. Never…never figured you’d be an exhibitionist. And I know it’s all because you want him to know it. You want him to know that I’m yours.”
Release hit Sam like a friggin’ mack truck going too fast for its own damn good, and Dean was right behind them.
When Dean came back to himself enough, he asked, “Is he still there?”
Sam replied, “I don’t think so.” He looked again, just for good measure.
“Hey, Dean”
“Hmm?” Dean pulled his head up from Sam’s chest to look him in the eyes.
“You are mine. Got it?”
Sam looked a bit concerned as he spoke, and all Dean could say was, “Yeah.”
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean, unrequited Dean/Cas
Warnings: Graphic m/m sex (shouldn’t that be implied???)
Summary: Sam knows that he’s there. He just can’t bring himself to give a damn.
A/N: A (belated) Christmas present for my dear friend boggiecat! And sorry it’s so short, dear, but this is what the muse gave me. I hope that you enjoy it anyways.
Sam knows that he’s there. He just can’t bring himself to give a damn.
Tan trench coated men are few and far between these days, so the wisp of fabric he sees in the trees, in the middle of the woods, was most likely Cas.
If the angel didn’t already know about his and Dean’s relationship, he’d have freaked out more. However, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to show Cas just who Dean loves more.
Dean, too, was aware of the heavenly coitus interruptus, but unlike Sam, kinda felt a little twinge of guilt for it. He was aware of the torch the-little-angel-that-could held for him, and maybe in another lifetime, one in which he weren’t 100% devoted to Sam, he could have loved him back. But for now, he couldn’t think much past his brother’s dick in his ass, and tongue in his mouth.
Sam slid his hands up Dean’s sides, eliciting a moan from the older man, as he stared off at the tree behind which Castiel hid. If he were a better man, he would ignore their friend’s presence, but he wasn’t. Flipping them so Dean was in his lap, he hoped the show of Dean’s complete participation in their evening festivities would warn the holy tax accountant off.
Dean trembled at the change in position, how it forced the tip of Sam’s cock to brush so nicely against his prostate every time he rocked back down into his lover’s lap. He was fast approaching release, and couldn’t help but pick up the pace.
Sam slid his hand in between them, stroking Dean’s length. He was fighting dirty and he knew it, but two could play at that game.
“You know what, Sammy? I know you’re getting off on this…on knowing he’s watching us. Never…never figured you’d be an exhibitionist. And I know it’s all because you want him to know it. You want him to know that I’m yours.”
Release hit Sam like a friggin’ mack truck going too fast for its own damn good, and Dean was right behind them.
When Dean came back to himself enough, he asked, “Is he still there?”
Sam replied, “I don’t think so.” He looked again, just for good measure.
“Hey, Dean”
“Hmm?” Dean pulled his head up from Sam’s chest to look him in the eyes.
“You are mine. Got it?”
Sam looked a bit concerned as he spoke, and all Dean could say was, “Yeah.”