Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean): Baby Blue
Title: Baby Blue
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1360
Summary: Sam just wants to see what Dean's wearing. Written for the blindfold_spn prompt "Sam/Dean Sam catches Dean wearing pretty silk panties, sex ensues, the dirtier the better."
“What are you wearing?” Sam rasps, trying vainly to catch his breath and close his mouth.
Dean squeaks and immediately straightens, pulling his jeans up ridiculously high like he’s trying to make up for the fact he’s not wearing a shirt. “Jesus, Sam, warn a guy!”
Sam’s staring at Dean’s waistband, wondering if he can still see a hint of baby blue. He clears his throat. “Are you…”
“No!”
Sam’s jaw drops again. “You are. Oh my God, Dean, are you wear women’s underwear?!”
Dean flinches and tries to retreat to the bathroom but Sam beats him there. No fucking way is he letting Dean run and hide right now. Dean shoves at Sam. “Out of the fucking way, Sam!”
“No.” And Sam grips Dean’s hips and lifts him up.
“Dude, what the fuck!” Dean kicks at him but Sam avoids his thrashing legs and throws Dean on the bed. He just has to know. He yanks at Dean’s pant legs, ripping the jeans down and silky baby blue peeks out over the waistband. Sam’s completely, utterly hard. “Get the fuck off me!” Dean yells and finally lands a blow, scrambling up onto his knees.
The jeans inch down a little bit more, pulled down by Dean’s struggles and Sam can’t hold back the whine. “Please Dean, I just want to see!” Yeah, sure, it’s kind of fucked-up to be thinking of his brother like this, but Sam figures that they pasted FUBAR a long fucking time ago, so what does it matter? All that really counts is Dean, his big strong, older brother Dean, the guy that could punch out a guy twice his size is kneeling there on the bed in what looks like might be silk baby blue panties.
Dean looks ready to flat out refuse, a blush high on his cheeks but the desperation in Sam’s voice has him frozen. Sam licks his lips and tries again. “Please, Dean. I promise I won’t tease. Please just show me?”
“Sammy?”
Sam stumbles to the bed and drops to his knees, getting his face level with Dean’s crotch. He’s aching to just lean forward and lick but he knows that with Dean a little freaked it’d be too dangerous. Instead he licks his lips and stares.
Dean groans and Sam’s heart jumps as Dean shoves his jeans the rest of the way down, sending the denim to puddle around Dean’s knees. The panties are riding low on Dean’s hips, silk sliding nicely around the bone and muscle of Dean’s groin and the silk is dampening to a dark blue in one spreading spot as Dean starts to tent the underwear. Sam grips the bed sheet in his fists, desperate to touch but wanting Dean’s okay first. “…Can I?” he asks.
“God yes,” Dean moans and thrusts his hips towards Sam. Not needing any more invitation, Sam lunges towards Dean, fastening his mouth onto Dean’s silk-covered dick and his hands rising to clench Dean’s hips. Dean gasps and Sam runs his open mouth over Dean’s shaft, tongue darting out to taste the fabric. Sam slides his mouth up to briefly kiss the head of Dean’s cock that’s pushing out of the top of the panties, shivering at Dean’s mewl of pleasure. “Fuck, Sammy.”
Sam knocks Dean over onto his back and rips the jeans the rest of the way off, jumping onto the bed between Dean’s legs to stare down at Dean, who’s naked except for one thin pair of baby blue panties.
“Christ,” Sam whispers and runs his palm over Dean’s dick, loving the way Dean arches into his touch. He reaches down to fondle Dean’s balls, rolling them in the silk and Dean starts humping his hand.
Dean’s legs curl upwards, his thighs spreading wider as Dean gives Sam more space to play. When Sam brushes over the silk-covered pucker of Dean’s hole, Dean jerks to the side with a sob. “Sam!”
Sam clenches his jaw and grips his dick, trying desperately not to come. He closes his eyes, counts to three and leans more over Dean. “Do you want me to, Dean?” he asks, voice already fucked-out and raspy. He runs his finger over Dean’s hole again, pressing against it deliberately. Sam lowers his head to Dean’s ear. “’Cause I really, really, really want to.” He wants to so bad, he’s fucking the air and if he keeps it up, he’s not going to be able to even if Dean says yes.
Dean swallows and nods. “In my bag,” he whispers and Sam’s off the bed like a shot. He seizes a bag, rifling through it before he realizes that it’s his and not Dean’s. Sam tosses it aside and grabs the other bad, nearly breaking the zipper as he rushes to open it. His hand closes on a bottle stuffed in the bottom and a few foil packages and he yanks them out, running back over to Dean. Dean nods and swallows again, legs spreading impossibly wider.
Sam moans and pops the top before he realizes that he’s still fully clothed. With a frustrated growl, he jerks open the top button and shoves the zipper of his pants down far enough to pull his cock out of his underwear.
Dean bites his pouty bottom lip and focuses his eyes on Sam’s cock, his hands flat on Sam’s stomach.
Sam rips open the condom with his teeth, hurriedly rolling it down his length before he slathers a glob of lube onto himself. He moves more firmly between Dean’s legs, wrapping his arms around Dean’s thighs to haul him closer. Dean shudders when Sam doesn’t bother taking off the panties, instead shoving them to the side before he starts to push his cock inside Dean.
Dean pants and wraps his legs around Sam’s waist, ankles locking behind Sam’s back and Sam pitches forward to lean over Dean. The silk of Dean’s panties is rubbing hard against his cock as he sinks into his brother’s ass and Sam can’t stop groaning from the sensation.
He knows he’s on the right track when Dean gasps and twists, legs clenching around Sam with a harshly whispered “Jesus fuck!” Sam collapses onto Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean and fitting their mouths together as he pulls away to slam back hard. Dean jerks and buries his hands into Sam’s hair, hips rising up to start meeting Sam’s thrusts.
Sam sets a brutal rhythm, knowing he’s not going to last but unable to stop, not with Dean writhing underneath him, desperate and sweaty, and the silk still rubbing at Sam’s cock. Sam shoves a hand between their bodies, fumbling for Dean’s cock and sliding over the silk encasing it. Dean whimpers, his cock jumping, and Sam pushes the panties down just far enough to fist the head of Dean’s cock.
Dean jerks and shudders, twisting and writhing as he splatters come between them and Sam groans into Dean’s mouth, losing it himself. A few harsh thrusts and Sam’s coming in Dean’s ass, shoving up against him as Dean pants.
Gasping as he comes down, Sam gently pulls out of Dean, ignoring Dean’s whine of discomfort, and rolls onto his side. Dean lowers his legs back to the bed and raises a hand to trail through the sticky come congealing on his stomach. His breath hitches and he rolls his hips in a short circle.
Sam has to try twice before he manages to get the words out. “How often?” he asks.
Dean rolls his hips again. “’Bout once a week.”
“How long?” ‘Cause Christ if Dean’s been wearing those for years without Sam knowing?
“Just a few months.” Dean’s staring up at the ceiling. “Stole ‘em off a girl.”
Sam rolls back over to kiss Dean, licking into his mouth. He runs a hand through the come on Dean’s chest and feathers over Dean’s sensitive, twitching cock. “…Can we get some more?” he whispers and Dean misses a breath, his cock jumping under Sam’s fingers.
“Christ, Sam,” he hisses.
Sam licks around the rim of Dean’s lips and presses more firmly against Dean’s cock. “’Cause I think I want to see you in lace next…”
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1360
Summary: Sam just wants to see what Dean's wearing. Written for the blindfold_spn prompt "Sam/Dean Sam catches Dean wearing pretty silk panties, sex ensues, the dirtier the better."
“What are you wearing?” Sam rasps, trying vainly to catch his breath and close his mouth.
Dean squeaks and immediately straightens, pulling his jeans up ridiculously high like he’s trying to make up for the fact he’s not wearing a shirt. “Jesus, Sam, warn a guy!”
Sam’s staring at Dean’s waistband, wondering if he can still see a hint of baby blue. He clears his throat. “Are you…”
“No!”
Sam’s jaw drops again. “You are. Oh my God, Dean, are you wear women’s underwear?!”
Dean flinches and tries to retreat to the bathroom but Sam beats him there. No fucking way is he letting Dean run and hide right now. Dean shoves at Sam. “Out of the fucking way, Sam!”
“No.” And Sam grips Dean’s hips and lifts him up.
“Dude, what the fuck!” Dean kicks at him but Sam avoids his thrashing legs and throws Dean on the bed. He just has to know. He yanks at Dean’s pant legs, ripping the jeans down and silky baby blue peeks out over the waistband. Sam’s completely, utterly hard. “Get the fuck off me!” Dean yells and finally lands a blow, scrambling up onto his knees.
The jeans inch down a little bit more, pulled down by Dean’s struggles and Sam can’t hold back the whine. “Please Dean, I just want to see!” Yeah, sure, it’s kind of fucked-up to be thinking of his brother like this, but Sam figures that they pasted FUBAR a long fucking time ago, so what does it matter? All that really counts is Dean, his big strong, older brother Dean, the guy that could punch out a guy twice his size is kneeling there on the bed in what looks like might be silk baby blue panties.
Dean looks ready to flat out refuse, a blush high on his cheeks but the desperation in Sam’s voice has him frozen. Sam licks his lips and tries again. “Please, Dean. I promise I won’t tease. Please just show me?”
“Sammy?”
Sam stumbles to the bed and drops to his knees, getting his face level with Dean’s crotch. He’s aching to just lean forward and lick but he knows that with Dean a little freaked it’d be too dangerous. Instead he licks his lips and stares.
Dean groans and Sam’s heart jumps as Dean shoves his jeans the rest of the way down, sending the denim to puddle around Dean’s knees. The panties are riding low on Dean’s hips, silk sliding nicely around the bone and muscle of Dean’s groin and the silk is dampening to a dark blue in one spreading spot as Dean starts to tent the underwear. Sam grips the bed sheet in his fists, desperate to touch but wanting Dean’s okay first. “…Can I?” he asks.
“God yes,” Dean moans and thrusts his hips towards Sam. Not needing any more invitation, Sam lunges towards Dean, fastening his mouth onto Dean’s silk-covered dick and his hands rising to clench Dean’s hips. Dean gasps and Sam runs his open mouth over Dean’s shaft, tongue darting out to taste the fabric. Sam slides his mouth up to briefly kiss the head of Dean’s cock that’s pushing out of the top of the panties, shivering at Dean’s mewl of pleasure. “Fuck, Sammy.”
Sam knocks Dean over onto his back and rips the jeans the rest of the way off, jumping onto the bed between Dean’s legs to stare down at Dean, who’s naked except for one thin pair of baby blue panties.
“Christ,” Sam whispers and runs his palm over Dean’s dick, loving the way Dean arches into his touch. He reaches down to fondle Dean’s balls, rolling them in the silk and Dean starts humping his hand.
Dean’s legs curl upwards, his thighs spreading wider as Dean gives Sam more space to play. When Sam brushes over the silk-covered pucker of Dean’s hole, Dean jerks to the side with a sob. “Sam!”
Sam clenches his jaw and grips his dick, trying desperately not to come. He closes his eyes, counts to three and leans more over Dean. “Do you want me to, Dean?” he asks, voice already fucked-out and raspy. He runs his finger over Dean’s hole again, pressing against it deliberately. Sam lowers his head to Dean’s ear. “’Cause I really, really, really want to.” He wants to so bad, he’s fucking the air and if he keeps it up, he’s not going to be able to even if Dean says yes.
Dean swallows and nods. “In my bag,” he whispers and Sam’s off the bed like a shot. He seizes a bag, rifling through it before he realizes that it’s his and not Dean’s. Sam tosses it aside and grabs the other bad, nearly breaking the zipper as he rushes to open it. His hand closes on a bottle stuffed in the bottom and a few foil packages and he yanks them out, running back over to Dean. Dean nods and swallows again, legs spreading impossibly wider.
Sam moans and pops the top before he realizes that he’s still fully clothed. With a frustrated growl, he jerks open the top button and shoves the zipper of his pants down far enough to pull his cock out of his underwear.
Dean bites his pouty bottom lip and focuses his eyes on Sam’s cock, his hands flat on Sam’s stomach.
Sam rips open the condom with his teeth, hurriedly rolling it down his length before he slathers a glob of lube onto himself. He moves more firmly between Dean’s legs, wrapping his arms around Dean’s thighs to haul him closer. Dean shudders when Sam doesn’t bother taking off the panties, instead shoving them to the side before he starts to push his cock inside Dean.
Dean pants and wraps his legs around Sam’s waist, ankles locking behind Sam’s back and Sam pitches forward to lean over Dean. The silk of Dean’s panties is rubbing hard against his cock as he sinks into his brother’s ass and Sam can’t stop groaning from the sensation.
He knows he’s on the right track when Dean gasps and twists, legs clenching around Sam with a harshly whispered “Jesus fuck!” Sam collapses onto Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean and fitting their mouths together as he pulls away to slam back hard. Dean jerks and buries his hands into Sam’s hair, hips rising up to start meeting Sam’s thrusts.
Sam sets a brutal rhythm, knowing he’s not going to last but unable to stop, not with Dean writhing underneath him, desperate and sweaty, and the silk still rubbing at Sam’s cock. Sam shoves a hand between their bodies, fumbling for Dean’s cock and sliding over the silk encasing it. Dean whimpers, his cock jumping, and Sam pushes the panties down just far enough to fist the head of Dean’s cock.
Dean jerks and shudders, twisting and writhing as he splatters come between them and Sam groans into Dean’s mouth, losing it himself. A few harsh thrusts and Sam’s coming in Dean’s ass, shoving up against him as Dean pants.
Gasping as he comes down, Sam gently pulls out of Dean, ignoring Dean’s whine of discomfort, and rolls onto his side. Dean lowers his legs back to the bed and raises a hand to trail through the sticky come congealing on his stomach. His breath hitches and he rolls his hips in a short circle.
Sam has to try twice before he manages to get the words out. “How often?” he asks.
Dean rolls his hips again. “’Bout once a week.”
“How long?” ‘Cause Christ if Dean’s been wearing those for years without Sam knowing?
“Just a few months.” Dean’s staring up at the ceiling. “Stole ‘em off a girl.”
Sam rolls back over to kiss Dean, licking into his mouth. He runs a hand through the come on Dean’s chest and feathers over Dean’s sensitive, twitching cock. “…Can we get some more?” he whispers and Dean misses a breath, his cock jumping under Sam’s fingers.
“Christ, Sam,” he hisses.
Sam licks around the rim of Dean’s lips and presses more firmly against Dean’s cock. “’Cause I think I want to see you in lace next…”