i can't exactly resist.
Dear American Idol,
You're fucking fired. That was BRUTAL. :(
But, y'know, Adam's performance was AMAZING. UNF.
[ I NEED IT LIKE DEAN NEEDS ONE]
And I just thought I'd repost this here just because.
Written for earthquakedream's College AU Fic Meme with the prompt SPN - Sam/Dean - "I heard having sex before taking a final can increase your chances of doing well."
"You can't possibly expect me to fall for that."
Dean pouts. Honest to god juts his ridiculous lips out and pouts. "C'mon, Sammy. This stupid paper is very important for me."
Sam doesn't look up from his own binder, trying to organize his notes and ignoring the puppy dog eyes aimed at him. "So study for it, moron."
Dean tsks, flopping cross-legged on the couch with his chin in his hand. "Ugh. You know I'm never any good with this whole theory stuff. I'm a hands on kind of guy."
That's not true. Sam's brother is fucking brilliant at everything he does. He just needs something to help him focus. And Sam has just the right thing to offer.
"I tell you what."
The ecstatic look on Dean's face tells Sam that it's exactly what Dean's been angling for. The bastard.
"What?" Dean's huge, innocent eyes aren't fooling Sam a tiny bit.
"We'll quiz each other."
The frown on Dean's forehead is epic. "How's that going to help me?"
"Well," Sam draws it out, spinning around in his chair just to give Dean a grin with his raised eyebrow. "I'll suck you off for each question you got right and each one I got wrong."
Dean adjusts himself not-so-subtly and stares at Sam with clear awe on his face. "That's a whole lot of cock-in-mouth action."
"Yep," Sam nods cheerfully.
Dean nearly trips getting off the couch. "I'll get my notes."
.
"Dude," Sam growls over Dean's manic laughter. "That wasn't funny!"
Dean falls gracelessly backwards into the bed next to Sam, clutching his stomach like it's about to burst. He barely lets out an oof when Sam socks him right there. "Oh, Sammy. It was a little funny."
"No, it was not," Sam huffs, stripping out of his boxer shorts and carefully aims for Dean's head as he flings it away. They barely graze Dean's nose and drop uselessly to the other side. "I have a very important exam tomorrow, Dean. You coming in my eye is not going to help me!"
Dean's laughter finally dies out and he makes a comforting noise at the back of his throat, swiping Sam's bangs off his face and rubbing his thumbs across the ridges of Sam's eyebrows. "Okay, okay," he whispers, voice lowered. He moves to straddle Sam's middle and his trademark sharp grin comes back full force. It worries Sam a little. "I'll make it up to you, baby."
Dean's awfully sexy when he's like this, affectionate and horny and annoying all at the same time, and Sam finds himself relaxing all over. All over, except his dick is apparently trying to reach out to his brother on its own accord, fat and throbbing and pointing in the general direction of Dean's warmth. "What?"
Dean's grinning wider because Sam's lone word lacks heat or annoyance. "I'mma ride you just like this," he drawls, one hand directing Sam's cock right where it wants in the most. Sam's not even surprised to find that Dean's ready, all slicked up and hungry for him. His brother's always been a good boy scout. Especially when it comes to fucking.
"Fuck, Dean."
And just because he's Sam's big brother and he'll never forget it, he moans like a slut, neck bared and inviting. "There are five postulates of quantum mechanics," he recites breathlessly. Sam's hips jerk uncontrollably, never able to resist Dean when he's being such a hotass geek. And Dean knows it. "Postulate number one, state of a system."
"I hate you," Sam groans.
"Uh huh. Right."
You're fucking fired. That was BRUTAL. :(
But, y'know, Adam's performance was AMAZING. UNF.
[ I NEED IT LIKE DEAN NEEDS ONE]
And I just thought I'd repost this here just because.
Written for earthquakedream's College AU Fic Meme with the prompt SPN - Sam/Dean - "I heard having sex before taking a final can increase your chances of doing well."
"You can't possibly expect me to fall for that."
Dean pouts. Honest to god juts his ridiculous lips out and pouts. "C'mon, Sammy. This stupid paper is very important for me."
Sam doesn't look up from his own binder, trying to organize his notes and ignoring the puppy dog eyes aimed at him. "So study for it, moron."
Dean tsks, flopping cross-legged on the couch with his chin in his hand. "Ugh. You know I'm never any good with this whole theory stuff. I'm a hands on kind of guy."
That's not true. Sam's brother is fucking brilliant at everything he does. He just needs something to help him focus. And Sam has just the right thing to offer.
"I tell you what."
The ecstatic look on Dean's face tells Sam that it's exactly what Dean's been angling for. The bastard.
"What?" Dean's huge, innocent eyes aren't fooling Sam a tiny bit.
"We'll quiz each other."
The frown on Dean's forehead is epic. "How's that going to help me?"
"Well," Sam draws it out, spinning around in his chair just to give Dean a grin with his raised eyebrow. "I'll suck you off for each question you got right and each one I got wrong."
Dean adjusts himself not-so-subtly and stares at Sam with clear awe on his face. "That's a whole lot of cock-in-mouth action."
"Yep," Sam nods cheerfully.
Dean nearly trips getting off the couch. "I'll get my notes."
.
"Dude," Sam growls over Dean's manic laughter. "That wasn't funny!"
Dean falls gracelessly backwards into the bed next to Sam, clutching his stomach like it's about to burst. He barely lets out an oof when Sam socks him right there. "Oh, Sammy. It was a little funny."
"No, it was not," Sam huffs, stripping out of his boxer shorts and carefully aims for Dean's head as he flings it away. They barely graze Dean's nose and drop uselessly to the other side. "I have a very important exam tomorrow, Dean. You coming in my eye is not going to help me!"
Dean's laughter finally dies out and he makes a comforting noise at the back of his throat, swiping Sam's bangs off his face and rubbing his thumbs across the ridges of Sam's eyebrows. "Okay, okay," he whispers, voice lowered. He moves to straddle Sam's middle and his trademark sharp grin comes back full force. It worries Sam a little. "I'll make it up to you, baby."
Dean's awfully sexy when he's like this, affectionate and horny and annoying all at the same time, and Sam finds himself relaxing all over. All over, except his dick is apparently trying to reach out to his brother on its own accord, fat and throbbing and pointing in the general direction of Dean's warmth. "What?"
Dean's grinning wider because Sam's lone word lacks heat or annoyance. "I'mma ride you just like this," he drawls, one hand directing Sam's cock right where it wants in the most. Sam's not even surprised to find that Dean's ready, all slicked up and hungry for him. His brother's always been a good boy scout. Especially when it comes to fucking.
"Fuck, Dean."
And just because he's Sam's big brother and he'll never forget it, he moans like a slut, neck bared and inviting. "There are five postulates of quantum mechanics," he recites breathlessly. Sam's hips jerk uncontrollably, never able to resist Dean when he's being such a hotass geek. And Dean knows it. "Postulate number one, state of a system."
"I hate you," Sam groans.
"Uh huh. Right."