It's Sammy's birthday! So, you know... Whatever - LET'S MAKE SUPERHEROES!
RULES:Any form of hero, villian, or side kick is welcome - original or based on an established character - but there must be at least one in every prompt. Non-"super" characters (i.e. Batman, The Punisher, Hawkeye) are very welcome
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The look Sam levels at him from under heavy eyelids smolders just as much as the banked heat of his flesh when Dean makes him sit up, trying and failing monumentally at not noticing the glinting streaks of something too eye-catchingly wet to be beaded steam marking up Sam’s stomach.
“You ok?” he asks, for lack of anything better to say. He ought to apologize, but he has a feeling Sam would probably take a swing at him for it if he tried and he wouldn’t really mean it anyway.
Sam snorts at him and arches on a stretch like he’s got something to prove. From the way Dean finds his eyes tracing the lean muscles straining through Sam’s chest Sam’ not entirely wrong.
Instead of answering, Sam says, “Bed?” like he didn’t just freak out over another dream and nearly lose his shit in the middle of the night. Like they didn’t just… Dean getting turned on all over again thinking about screwing around with his baby brother probably isn’t the appropriate reaction.
Oblivious to Dean’s crisis of conscience, Sam is wiping himself down with the corner of his sheet and crawling into bed. Dean’s bed, to be precise. He cocks his head in Dean’s direction and pats the too small stretch of space beside him, cheap motel sheets pooling at his waist like a pin-up. Smug little bitch.
He debates crawling into the tangle of Sam’s abandoned bed just out of spite, but the sheets do look a little toasted and there’s come all over the one and- ok, yeah, who the hell is he kidding?
Dean makes a show out of grumbling as he shoulders his way into bed anyway, knocking against Sam wherever possible out of half-assed retaliation. Sam doesn’t seem to mind. In fact he seems downright pleased with himself as he cuddles in close to Dean and uses his chest as a pillow.
Breath like a summer wind fans out over Dean’s sternum, too soothing under the circumstances. Despite everything else, this is familiar, just him and Sam crammed into a space that’s barely made to hold one of them. If Dean happens to be smiling a little when he tugs Sam in even tighter against him and closes his eyes, no one needs to know.
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Oh Dean. Always takin' care of your brother, even when he is a human brand and you are an ice cube. And always having it turn guiltily sexy.
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No matter what universe they're in, Dean will always take care of his brother, always want him, and always feel guilty about it. Luckily he'll always give in too, so it all works out!
Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading!
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Always! Ahhh yes. :D
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I love Dean, he's my favorite and all, but your Sammy is so hot (mehe) that I only had eyes for him in this. I particularly loved how sure of himself he was getting off on his brother's body. Little boy knows what he wants and knows how to take it, ah! :)
thank you so much for this <3
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I can never resist a pushy Sammy - fortunately neither can Dean! ;) Glad you liked it bb!
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(Is that weird that I'm kind of picturing ghost!teenager!Castiel perving on them in his smoke form? xD)
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(I totally threw some extra steam in there just to leave that idea open! :D)
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also, your icon: FILTHY. god damn.
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Also, yeah, I feel all kinds of wrong about it and yet, I still love it! *hugs pervy baby!Sammy icon*
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Oh and did I mention how HOT this was? Yeah. Pushy!Sam is the best kind of flavour! You more or less burnt me alive here! (god sometimes I hate myself for enjoying stupid puns so much. I swear I'm not 8 years old.)
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Thank you so much sweetie, I'm so glad you liked it! And I'm pretty sure I'm alowed to judge anyone for punning considering how ofter I do it! ;)
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This little snippet is all kinds of perfection already but I can't help but ask - will there be more? ;-)
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