Friday the 13th Release Party Meme
In celebration of the release of Friday the 13th Part 12, I am hosting a ficathon for Jensen/Jared, Sam/Dean, and crossovers featuring Jensen's character/Jared's character (i.e. Ten Inch Hero/Cry_Wolf - Priestly/Tom). This is the second part of the ficathon, preceded by the My Bloody Valentine Realese Party Meme.
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"Put that away," he bossed, swatting Sam's wrist to keep that blade from getting any closer. "You sick son of a bitch, I don't play that."
"Trust me," Sam breathed. He leaned in, pressed his forehead to Dean's and bumped noses like when they were kids, hiding from Dad and Bobby in one of the junk yard cars, just touching and memorizing everything they could before sunrise and time ran out. And that was enough to break Dean down-he relaxed back into the seat, crushed by Sammy's weight in his lap. "This'll work. It's got to, Dean."
Dean was about to open his mouth and ask what the hell Sam was babbling about, but then his brother leaned down and kissed it out of him, breathy and demanding.
There wasn't a lot of room for them in the passenger seat, everything awkward and scrunched, but Sam somehow managed to lift up enough to pull Dean's jeans down his thighs, opening up his own pants in the process like they were running out of time.
"Fuck, Sam," Dean panted, impressed with his brother's lithe, agile bulk. But Sam was too preoccupied to appreciate the bit of praise and shoved his hand down Dean's boxers. "Ohmy shit."
After Sam had him easily coaxed out into the muggy atmosphere of the car, his hand never touched Dean's cock again. Sam leaned forward and pushed his dick to Dean's, rocked them together in a steadily building rhythm. Sam's hips rolled like water, powerful waves that kept coming and coming in relentless measure, grinding Dean back into the passenger bench so that his head tipped back with a groan, eyes jumping closed and nothing but "Ohgod Sammy," pouring from his lips. The pace picked up, Sam shoving hard enough to bruise the jut of Dean's hipbone purple, and wedged one hand down underneath Dean's ass, angling him up more for the friction.
Dean was babbling by then, his vision graying at the edges, approaching orgasm weighing down his eyelids, but he managed to make out the image of his brother over him-Sam staring right back, shoulders rigid and corded with strength, lips murmuring something Dean didn't understand. Focusing a little harder, Dean recognized some of the mutterings. Latin. At first he felt his ego swell at the thought that he had driven Sammy to blathering Latin mid-coitus, but then when he picked out some of the phrases, his heart sunk.
"Sammy?" he asked and then his throat closed up as Sam twisted his hips just right and Dean's head thumped back against the headrest. That's when he felt the prick in his forearm and his eyes shot open again. "Hey!" he shouted and Sam had that blade up, crimson dribbling down his wrist. Sam grabbed Dean's arm and pressed his mouth where it stung, sucking hard. Dean felt blood oozing under laps of Sam's tongue. He tried yanking away but Sam shoved his own forearm in Dean's mouth, cutting off his shout of protest.
"Drink," Sam ordered and rutted forward so Dean's vision swam. Maybe it was the blood-loss, maybe Sammy just really was that good, but Dean's back bowed hard and he did as he was told, swallowed Sam's blood until he couldn't breathe. Then, pressed right into his ear, Sam panted "Come."
Dean's entire body racked with pulls of climax, bucking up so hard they had to cling to each other to stay together. Slowly blinking his eyes open, Dean found Sammy still hovering over him, wiping around Dean's mouth with his thumb, cleaning away the smears of blood.
"Sam-"
"That's it," Sam cooed, leaning down to rest on Dean's shoulder. "It's done. No one's taking you from me again. Not another fucking angel or demon or damn apocalypse… they don't get to have you. Just us, Dean. Always. For fucking ever, man."
Dean wasn't sure he entirely understood what Sam was talking about, wasn't sure if he'd misunderstood the chant of the binding ritual. But that was ok. He had the rest of eternity with Sam now to figure it out. For once, they had time.
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