Fic...
sammynce! I have your birthday fic! FINALLY.
Sorry it's late, darling. I know you wanted girl!Sam/Dean, but the muse just WOULD NOT LET ME. So I wrote you this instead. It's one I'd started ages ago but never finished. It's un-beta'd, and the errors are glaringly obvious to me, but if I play with it and re-do tweak it anymore I'm likely to get the shits and just delete the whole thing, lol. I would've liked to have done so much more with this, but the muse is a h0r. So I'mma just gonna post it anyway and hope for the best. I hope you like it darling, errors and all :)
Title: I Don't Want To Miss A Thing.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Um, a bit of angsty!Sam.
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. If it did I'd have photos.
A/N: Title shamelessly pinched from the Aerosmith song Don't Want To Miss A Thing. I was listening to it one day and this just came to me...
Sam lifted his head off the pillow and squinted a little as he leant up on one elbow and stared at the glowing numbers on the clock beside the bed. 3:47am. Great. He thought to himself as he sighed and let his head fall back down onto the pillow. He'd been lying here like this for over three hours, trying to sleep. He should have been able to, it should have been easy to fall into a deep sleep, he and Dean had shared a pizza and a six-pack or two before practically falling into bed.
Smiling wryly, he looked at Dean who was asleep beside him. Typical. He was snoring quietly, not a care in the world, his breathing deep and even, lying on his side with his back to Sam. Dean never had a problem sleeping after beer, pizza and sex, his three favorite things. But not Sam, not tonight, he was wide awake and restless and wishing like hell that he could just stop thinking. Again. Thinking about Dean, and the deal, and how he was going to live without him. His smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a soft sigh. Again.
It was dark, but not dark enough that he couldn't see the outline of Dean, his gaze drawn to the curve of his shoulder. He couldn't help but stare, almost in awe, at the way the moonlight glinted off the sharp contours of his muscles lying under the smooth skin. Sam's gaze traveled slowly over his brother's body, taking it all in. Fusing it to his memory. Only one year left. I can't do this without you, Dean. Any of it... he thought to himself, as he reached out and lightly traced Dean's bicep with his finger. Swallowing hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight, Sam smoothed the palm of his hand slowly down his brother's arm and rested it on his hip. He stayed like that for minutes, thankful that Dean couldn't see the expression on his face.
Sam shifted closer, and moved his hand down the length of Dean's thigh as he pressed his body snugly against him. His chest pressed lightly against Dean's back, and his cock rested softly against the curve of his ass as he tucked his knees in behind Dean's. And with his chin resting lightly against Dean's shoulder, he felt rather than saw the movement of Dean's chest as it moved in time with his breathing. A soft smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he realized their breathing was in sync. He liked that. Felt closer to him that way.
He closed his eyes and as he breathed in his brothers scent he wondered what Dean was dreaming about, if he was even dreaming at all. Did he dream of dying? Did he dream of life without Sam? Sam sighed again, and didn't even realize he'd pressed his lips against Dean's shoulder until he felt a faint shiver ripple through his brothers body. Smiling against the soft warm skin, Sam pressed his lips to his brother's shoulder again and stroked his fingertips lightly up Dean's thigh, feeling goosebumps rippling under his touch.
"Sam..." whispered Dean.
"Shhh..." murmured Sam, his breath warm and damp against Dean's shoulder. He shifted his head up a little and pressed his lips to the side of Dean's neck, just under his jaw. Feeling the faint sting of stubble against his lips, Sam squeezed his eyes shut. God I'll miss that, he thought, as he sucked lightly on Dean's skin and wondered again how he was supposed to live without him. Without this. The smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. He sighed softly again.
"Sam, what's up?" murmured Dean sleepily, trying to twist his head around to look at his brother.
"Nothing. It's nothing." whispered Sam, again pressing his lips firmly but gently against Dean's skin, forcing his brother to stay where he was. He hated admitting to Dean how he felt about the deal. He felt stupid, and weak. So he said nothing.
He felt Dean's fingers thread through his own as they rested against his thigh and he smiled as Dean pulled both their hands around to his stomach.
With their fingers interlocked and their hands splayed across Dean's stomach, Sam kissed and sucked lightly at his brother's neck. The ends of his hair brushed against his skin, causing Dean to shudder slightly, and as he felt Dean tilt his head up he moved in even closer and took his skin between his teeth, tugging gently and rolling it between his teeth, earning a low moan from somewhere deep inside his brother's chest.
Wide awake now, Dean turned his head towards Sam, their mouths instinctively finding each other in the dark. He forced Sam's mouth open with his own and slid both their hands down his stomach, moving them closer towards his cock.
With their tongues quickly sliding together and their breaths mingling, Sam heard a low moan, probably from deep inside himself as he felt his brother pressing his ass against him. Their linked fingers wrapped around Dean's hard length and began to move slowly up and down.
Sam couldn't help but begin a slow grind against his brother's ass as he sucked Dean's lower lip into his mouth, before flicking his tongue lightly across it and biting down hard. He moved their hands up and over the head of Dean's cock and back down again, causing Dean to moan into his Sam's mouth and unlink his fingers from Sam's to slide them down over his balls.
"Fuck. Sam." he whispered as he pulled his lips away from Sam's mouth, his neck aching from being at that angle. Letting his head fall back down onto the pillow, he closed his eyes and thrust slowly forward into Sam's firm grip, matching the rhythm Sam already had going.
Sam licked slowly up to Dean's earlobe, tugging at it gently with his teeth, as he moved his hand faster up and down his brother's cock. God, he thought to himself, feeling Dean thrusting his smooth, hard cock into his hand. How the fuck can I live without this?
"Dean..." he murmured, as he pressed his own cock hard against Dean's ass, the tip sliding between his brother's ass cheeks and pressing firmly against his entrance.
"Sammy..." whispered Dean, his breathing now ragged and fast, and his hips rhythmically thrusting forward into Sam's firm grip.
Sam moaned against Dean's earlobe, licking it and sucking it into his mouth. He loved this. Loved the way Dean's cock felt hard and smooth and heavy in his hand, sliding quickly in and out of his fist. Loved how his cock felt so perfect nestled in between his brother's cheeks. Fuck, don't leave me, Dean. He thought to himself as he let Dean's earlobe slide out of his mouth.
He buried his face in his brother's neck as he expertly pulled at Dean's cock, twisting his hand with each stroke. He quickened his pace and rubbed his fingers quickly over the head as Dean thrust forward hard.
"Come for me, Dean." He whispered against his neck, feeling warm wet pre-come beneath his fingers.
"Sam..." Moaned Dean, thrusting forward hard again as Sam's hand slid back down his cock and gripped it hard. Sam bit down hard on the soft skin below Dean's jaw, earning a groan from deep inside his brother.
"Do it. Come." Murmured Sam, jerking Dean's cock faster and faster, and pressing his own cock hard against Dean's ass.
Dean's eyes squeezed shut and an almost strangled groan escaped his mouth as as his orgasm ripped through him. He rocked forward into Sam's grip again and again and exhaled deeply as he coated his brother's fingers with his come .
Sam moaned softly as he continued to pull at his Dean's cock.
He stayed silent, his forehead resting against Dean's shoulder as he listened to his breathing. Loved this part. Loved to feel him coming down from his orgasm. Loved that he could make Dean react like this. But trying not to think about how many more times he'd have the chance to do it before he lost him forever.
"Dean...I..." he stammered, feeling suddenly shy, wanting to tell Dean how he felt, but unable to find the words.
"I know, Sammy. Me too" murmured Dean as he turned his head and pressed his lips softly against Sam's.
Sorry it's late, darling. I know you wanted girl!Sam/Dean, but the muse just WOULD NOT LET ME. So I wrote you this instead. It's one I'd started ages ago but never finished. It's un-beta'd, and the errors are glaringly obvious to me, but if I play with it and re-do tweak it anymore I'm likely to get the shits and just delete the whole thing, lol. I would've liked to have done so much more with this, but the muse is a h0r. So I'mma just gonna post it anyway and hope for the best. I hope you like it darling, errors and all :)
Title: I Don't Want To Miss A Thing.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Um, a bit of angsty!Sam.
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. If it did I'd have photos.
A/N: Title shamelessly pinched from the Aerosmith song Don't Want To Miss A Thing. I was listening to it one day and this just came to me...
Sam lifted his head off the pillow and squinted a little as he leant up on one elbow and stared at the glowing numbers on the clock beside the bed. 3:47am. Great. He thought to himself as he sighed and let his head fall back down onto the pillow. He'd been lying here like this for over three hours, trying to sleep. He should have been able to, it should have been easy to fall into a deep sleep, he and Dean had shared a pizza and a six-pack or two before practically falling into bed.
Smiling wryly, he looked at Dean who was asleep beside him. Typical. He was snoring quietly, not a care in the world, his breathing deep and even, lying on his side with his back to Sam. Dean never had a problem sleeping after beer, pizza and sex, his three favorite things. But not Sam, not tonight, he was wide awake and restless and wishing like hell that he could just stop thinking. Again. Thinking about Dean, and the deal, and how he was going to live without him. His smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a soft sigh. Again.
It was dark, but not dark enough that he couldn't see the outline of Dean, his gaze drawn to the curve of his shoulder. He couldn't help but stare, almost in awe, at the way the moonlight glinted off the sharp contours of his muscles lying under the smooth skin. Sam's gaze traveled slowly over his brother's body, taking it all in. Fusing it to his memory. Only one year left. I can't do this without you, Dean. Any of it... he thought to himself, as he reached out and lightly traced Dean's bicep with his finger. Swallowing hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight, Sam smoothed the palm of his hand slowly down his brother's arm and rested it on his hip. He stayed like that for minutes, thankful that Dean couldn't see the expression on his face.
Sam shifted closer, and moved his hand down the length of Dean's thigh as he pressed his body snugly against him. His chest pressed lightly against Dean's back, and his cock rested softly against the curve of his ass as he tucked his knees in behind Dean's. And with his chin resting lightly against Dean's shoulder, he felt rather than saw the movement of Dean's chest as it moved in time with his breathing. A soft smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he realized their breathing was in sync. He liked that. Felt closer to him that way.
He closed his eyes and as he breathed in his brothers scent he wondered what Dean was dreaming about, if he was even dreaming at all. Did he dream of dying? Did he dream of life without Sam? Sam sighed again, and didn't even realize he'd pressed his lips against Dean's shoulder until he felt a faint shiver ripple through his brothers body. Smiling against the soft warm skin, Sam pressed his lips to his brother's shoulder again and stroked his fingertips lightly up Dean's thigh, feeling goosebumps rippling under his touch.
"Sam..." whispered Dean.
"Shhh..." murmured Sam, his breath warm and damp against Dean's shoulder. He shifted his head up a little and pressed his lips to the side of Dean's neck, just under his jaw. Feeling the faint sting of stubble against his lips, Sam squeezed his eyes shut. God I'll miss that, he thought, as he sucked lightly on Dean's skin and wondered again how he was supposed to live without him. Without this. The smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. He sighed softly again.
"Sam, what's up?" murmured Dean sleepily, trying to twist his head around to look at his brother.
"Nothing. It's nothing." whispered Sam, again pressing his lips firmly but gently against Dean's skin, forcing his brother to stay where he was. He hated admitting to Dean how he felt about the deal. He felt stupid, and weak. So he said nothing.
He felt Dean's fingers thread through his own as they rested against his thigh and he smiled as Dean pulled both their hands around to his stomach.
With their fingers interlocked and their hands splayed across Dean's stomach, Sam kissed and sucked lightly at his brother's neck. The ends of his hair brushed against his skin, causing Dean to shudder slightly, and as he felt Dean tilt his head up he moved in even closer and took his skin between his teeth, tugging gently and rolling it between his teeth, earning a low moan from somewhere deep inside his brother's chest.
Wide awake now, Dean turned his head towards Sam, their mouths instinctively finding each other in the dark. He forced Sam's mouth open with his own and slid both their hands down his stomach, moving them closer towards his cock.
With their tongues quickly sliding together and their breaths mingling, Sam heard a low moan, probably from deep inside himself as he felt his brother pressing his ass against him. Their linked fingers wrapped around Dean's hard length and began to move slowly up and down.
Sam couldn't help but begin a slow grind against his brother's ass as he sucked Dean's lower lip into his mouth, before flicking his tongue lightly across it and biting down hard. He moved their hands up and over the head of Dean's cock and back down again, causing Dean to moan into his Sam's mouth and unlink his fingers from Sam's to slide them down over his balls.
"Fuck. Sam." he whispered as he pulled his lips away from Sam's mouth, his neck aching from being at that angle. Letting his head fall back down onto the pillow, he closed his eyes and thrust slowly forward into Sam's firm grip, matching the rhythm Sam already had going.
Sam licked slowly up to Dean's earlobe, tugging at it gently with his teeth, as he moved his hand faster up and down his brother's cock. God, he thought to himself, feeling Dean thrusting his smooth, hard cock into his hand. How the fuck can I live without this?
"Dean..." he murmured, as he pressed his own cock hard against Dean's ass, the tip sliding between his brother's ass cheeks and pressing firmly against his entrance.
"Sammy..." whispered Dean, his breathing now ragged and fast, and his hips rhythmically thrusting forward into Sam's firm grip.
Sam moaned against Dean's earlobe, licking it and sucking it into his mouth. He loved this. Loved the way Dean's cock felt hard and smooth and heavy in his hand, sliding quickly in and out of his fist. Loved how his cock felt so perfect nestled in between his brother's cheeks. Fuck, don't leave me, Dean. He thought to himself as he let Dean's earlobe slide out of his mouth.
He buried his face in his brother's neck as he expertly pulled at Dean's cock, twisting his hand with each stroke. He quickened his pace and rubbed his fingers quickly over the head as Dean thrust forward hard.
"Come for me, Dean." He whispered against his neck, feeling warm wet pre-come beneath his fingers.
"Sam..." Moaned Dean, thrusting forward hard again as Sam's hand slid back down his cock and gripped it hard. Sam bit down hard on the soft skin below Dean's jaw, earning a groan from deep inside his brother.
"Do it. Come." Murmured Sam, jerking Dean's cock faster and faster, and pressing his own cock hard against Dean's ass.
Dean's eyes squeezed shut and an almost strangled groan escaped his mouth as as his orgasm ripped through him. He rocked forward into Sam's grip again and again and exhaled deeply as he coated his brother's fingers with his come .
Sam moaned softly as he continued to pull at his Dean's cock.
He stayed silent, his forehead resting against Dean's shoulder as he listened to his breathing. Loved this part. Loved to feel him coming down from his orgasm. Loved that he could make Dean react like this. But trying not to think about how many more times he'd have the chance to do it before he lost him forever.
"Dean...I..." he stammered, feeling suddenly shy, wanting to tell Dean how he felt, but unable to find the words.
"I know, Sammy. Me too" murmured Dean as he turned his head and pressed his lips softly against Sam's.