SPN: Completely, Always
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Gunplay, incest, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: "How much do you trust me, Sammy?" For drabble123.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
"How much do you trust me, Sammy?" Dean asks.
Normally, the answer would be a jibe, something about Dean being needy, and a promise: completely, always, you know I do. This time, though, there's the muzzle of a gun cold against his temple, and harsh rope around his wrists. Sam can't find any words at all. The gun presses in harder, slides down over his cheek, tracing his cheekbone and lower, down to trace his lips.
He's hard, so hard, and his cock twitches when Dean gently parts his lips with the gun, pushes the muzzle into his mouth. Dean's finger caresses the trigger, and Sam's heart hurts, his cock aches, a shiver stalks up and down his spine.
"I could do anything to you right now," Dean says, conversationally, while Sam tastes metal and oil on his tongue, shudders at the threat lurking in his brother's voice. "Anything at all. You'd do anything I said, wouldn't you? Let me have anything I wanted."
He pulls the gun out of Sam's mouth, presses it to his skin again, slick now with spit. He trails it down, fast, pauses over Sam's heart and presses the muzzle firmly into his chest.
"I could kill you," he says, and against all reason, Sam's cock jerks and his stomach lurches with want, because Dean's eyes are dark with want, his voice thick with it. Dean trails the gun lower, traces the line of his cock through his jeans, and then brings it up again, muzzle against Sam's forehead. Sam reads hesitation in his eyes and stares up at him, open, ready for anything. Dean swallows hard.
"Come," he says, his hand tightening on the trigger. It shouldn't be, but that's absolutely it, Sam is, he's coming, harder than ever and crying out Dean's name.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Gunplay, incest, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: "How much do you trust me, Sammy?" For drabble123.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
"How much do you trust me, Sammy?" Dean asks.
Normally, the answer would be a jibe, something about Dean being needy, and a promise: completely, always, you know I do. This time, though, there's the muzzle of a gun cold against his temple, and harsh rope around his wrists. Sam can't find any words at all. The gun presses in harder, slides down over his cheek, tracing his cheekbone and lower, down to trace his lips.
He's hard, so hard, and his cock twitches when Dean gently parts his lips with the gun, pushes the muzzle into his mouth. Dean's finger caresses the trigger, and Sam's heart hurts, his cock aches, a shiver stalks up and down his spine.
"I could do anything to you right now," Dean says, conversationally, while Sam tastes metal and oil on his tongue, shudders at the threat lurking in his brother's voice. "Anything at all. You'd do anything I said, wouldn't you? Let me have anything I wanted."
He pulls the gun out of Sam's mouth, presses it to his skin again, slick now with spit. He trails it down, fast, pauses over Sam's heart and presses the muzzle firmly into his chest.
"I could kill you," he says, and against all reason, Sam's cock jerks and his stomach lurches with want, because Dean's eyes are dark with want, his voice thick with it. Dean trails the gun lower, traces the line of his cock through his jeans, and then brings it up again, muzzle against Sam's forehead. Sam reads hesitation in his eyes and stares up at him, open, ready for anything. Dean swallows hard.
"Come," he says, his hand tightening on the trigger. It shouldn't be, but that's absolutely it, Sam is, he's coming, harder than ever and crying out Dean's name.