On the Road
Another little bit of SPN fan fic. It's the same plot line (using the term plot loosely) as the first one I wrote, but takes place at a different point in the time line. Perhaps one of these days I'll string them all together, but for now it's just random bits and peices of their life together.
Title: On the Road
Author: Enchantress
Pairings/Character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC17
Category: Slash
Word Count: 1,292
Spoilers: None
Diclaimer: Though I would love to have them, neither the boys or Supernatural are mine. They belong to Kripke and WB/CW and I make no profit from making them do my will.
Sam lay in bed without opening his eyes. If he didn’t open them, then he wasn’t really awake, and he didn’t have to get up. He didn’t have to start on the long list of things to do, cases to check on, papers to read, and of course research. There was always research to do. No, as long as his eyes were closed, he was still asleep and he could stay wrapped around his brother breathing in the scent of gun powder, cologne, and sex.
Quietly, the younger man tipped his head just enough to kiss and then worry at the darkened spot just above Dean’s shoulder blade. He didn’t have to look, he knew exactly were it was.
“Sammy? You are awake then. Thought so.” Dean’s voice was still heavy with sleep, but he could tell any slight variation in his baby brother’s breathing, enough that he’d known exactly how long Sam had been awake.
“ ‘m not. Eyes are still closed.” He pulled the shorter man closer and nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in deeply.
Dean made a soft “mmm” sound as his brother’s breath ghosted over his neck, sending tingles along his spine and straight to his cock. There was nothing he would have liked more than to stay in bed all day, fucking each other senseless. Unfortunately, as they both knew, there were too many things to get done. Besides that, checkout was at ten, and the glaring red numbers two feet away declared that they only had twenty minutes anyway. So, with great reluctance, Dean pulled his body away from Sam’s hold and started to sit up.
Sam made a noise of complaint, but he knew his older sibling wouldn’t have moved if they’d had a choice. “How long till we have to be out?” They’d finished up their current hunt last night, and if it hadn’t been for the three previous days of little to no sleep, they would have already been on the road. They had to find the demon after all, and that had to take priority to enjoying the pleasures of the flesh…well most of the time anyway.
“We need to hit the road in twenty.” Dean called back over his shoulder as he made for the shower. Part of him hoped Sammy would join him, but the logical part of his brain, the upstairs one anyway, knew that they’d never get on the road if he did. So, with a long suffering sigh, the mossy eyed man stepped into the shower alone.
Thinking along the same lines, Sam packed up all of their gear, including the laundry that still needed to be done. He left out only what they’d both wear that day, mostly things that had passed the sniff test, for the most part anyway. Therefore, by the time Dean walked back into the main room all that was left to do was load the car and of course for Sam to shower.
Eighteen minutes later, they were in their normal positions, Sam going through a stack of papers in the passenger seat while Dean drummed the steering wheel of the Impala in time to his over loud ‘mullet rock’. “You now, it’s kinda’ hard to think with this shit blasting out my ear drums.” The younger man didn’t bother looking up from the stack of newspapers he was skimming. His brother just gave him a look and then turned the radio up even louder. Ok, if Dean wanted to play that way….
Sam turned the page on the top paper, looking for anything out of the ordinary. As he did so, he snuck his free hand across the seat and started to rub Dean’s thigh. From his position in the driver’s seat, the older sibling jumped slightly and tensed. “Sam….” He warned. The younger brother just carried on as though the music was too loud to hear over. He continued reading as though nothing important were going on as his hand slid back and forth over the crotch of Dean’s jeans, encouraging the growing bulge.
Dean turned the dial on the radio, lowering the music slightly. “SAM!” He screamed it this time, halfway between a whine and a curse. “I’m driving here in case you haven’t noticed!”
“Hmm?” Sam turned his head to look at his brother. “Yeah, I know.” His voice remained completely casual, the glance only lasting a moment before he turned back to his papers. Long fingers curled in on themselves so that knuckles slide back and forth over the rough texture of denim. Then, used his thumb to run smooth circles at the base of Dean’s quickly growing erection.
The older man’s breath hitched and he let out a soft moaning whimper. It wasn’t the kind of noise Dean made very often, and when he did, it wasn’t where anyone else could ever hear. He was truly torn now, the part of him that knew this was a bad idea rapidly giving up blood flow to the part that thought this would be the perfect time and place. The road stretching out in front of them blurring into a black stretch of asphalt, details unfocused bits of green or blue in the periphery. “Sammy.” This time his brother’s name was a soft want filled whisper.
“Just drive, I’ll do the rest.” Finally, the taller sibling looked up from the newspapers, his full attention now focused on Dean. Quickly and efficiently, Sam popped the button and opened his brother’s fly, snaking his skilled hand down inside the cotton of boxers and slipping the waist band down so as to free that beautiful swollen cock.
Dean shuddered as the cool air from the open window rushed over his throbbing tip. Then his brother’s hand was back on him, this time encircling him completely and adding just the right amount of pressure to be torturously perfect. Drive. That’s all he had to do. He could do that, he thought he could anyway. It was becoming increasingly difficult though, as Sam’s strokes became steady and fast. The older male glanced out of the corner of his eye when the contact suddenly ceased, only to see Sam running the pad of his thick tongue from the base of his palm to the finger tips, wetting his entire hand. Then he jolted and bucked, knocking his knees on the steering wheel as the slick hand started working furious circles around the head of his cock. “That’s it, I’m pulling over.” Good thing they were on a back road in the middle of nowhere.
By the time they made it to the side of the road, Sam was turned in his seat using both hands, one stroking the length the other busy at the head. He was watching Dean carefully now, dark eyes full of concentration as he gauged the reactions. His brother was getting close and he knew it.
Head lolling back against the seat and eyes closed, Dean suddenly let out a sharp moan and bucked wildly as he lost himself in an intense overwhelming orgasm. Sam just continued sliding his hand along the shaft until he’d milked every bit from his brother. Then he grabbed a rag from the floor board to wipe his hand. When he was done, he tossed it to Dean and then sat back in his seat opening the paper once again as though nothing had happened.
Dean let his breathing calm before he opened his eyes and then cleaned himself off a little. They’d stop at the next gas station so he could do a better job. After he’d pulled his pants back up, he pulled onto the road once more and muttered under his breath. “Fuck, now I have to clean the interior.”
The first installment of can be read HERE!
Title: On the Road
Author: Enchantress
Pairings/Character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC17
Category: Slash
Word Count: 1,292
Spoilers: None
Diclaimer: Though I would love to have them, neither the boys or Supernatural are mine. They belong to Kripke and WB/CW and I make no profit from making them do my will.
Sam lay in bed without opening his eyes. If he didn’t open them, then he wasn’t really awake, and he didn’t have to get up. He didn’t have to start on the long list of things to do, cases to check on, papers to read, and of course research. There was always research to do. No, as long as his eyes were closed, he was still asleep and he could stay wrapped around his brother breathing in the scent of gun powder, cologne, and sex.
Quietly, the younger man tipped his head just enough to kiss and then worry at the darkened spot just above Dean’s shoulder blade. He didn’t have to look, he knew exactly were it was.
“Sammy? You are awake then. Thought so.” Dean’s voice was still heavy with sleep, but he could tell any slight variation in his baby brother’s breathing, enough that he’d known exactly how long Sam had been awake.
“ ‘m not. Eyes are still closed.” He pulled the shorter man closer and nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in deeply.
Dean made a soft “mmm” sound as his brother’s breath ghosted over his neck, sending tingles along his spine and straight to his cock. There was nothing he would have liked more than to stay in bed all day, fucking each other senseless. Unfortunately, as they both knew, there were too many things to get done. Besides that, checkout was at ten, and the glaring red numbers two feet away declared that they only had twenty minutes anyway. So, with great reluctance, Dean pulled his body away from Sam’s hold and started to sit up.
Sam made a noise of complaint, but he knew his older sibling wouldn’t have moved if they’d had a choice. “How long till we have to be out?” They’d finished up their current hunt last night, and if it hadn’t been for the three previous days of little to no sleep, they would have already been on the road. They had to find the demon after all, and that had to take priority to enjoying the pleasures of the flesh…well most of the time anyway.
“We need to hit the road in twenty.” Dean called back over his shoulder as he made for the shower. Part of him hoped Sammy would join him, but the logical part of his brain, the upstairs one anyway, knew that they’d never get on the road if he did. So, with a long suffering sigh, the mossy eyed man stepped into the shower alone.
Thinking along the same lines, Sam packed up all of their gear, including the laundry that still needed to be done. He left out only what they’d both wear that day, mostly things that had passed the sniff test, for the most part anyway. Therefore, by the time Dean walked back into the main room all that was left to do was load the car and of course for Sam to shower.
Eighteen minutes later, they were in their normal positions, Sam going through a stack of papers in the passenger seat while Dean drummed the steering wheel of the Impala in time to his over loud ‘mullet rock’. “You now, it’s kinda’ hard to think with this shit blasting out my ear drums.” The younger man didn’t bother looking up from the stack of newspapers he was skimming. His brother just gave him a look and then turned the radio up even louder. Ok, if Dean wanted to play that way….
Sam turned the page on the top paper, looking for anything out of the ordinary. As he did so, he snuck his free hand across the seat and started to rub Dean’s thigh. From his position in the driver’s seat, the older sibling jumped slightly and tensed. “Sam….” He warned. The younger brother just carried on as though the music was too loud to hear over. He continued reading as though nothing important were going on as his hand slid back and forth over the crotch of Dean’s jeans, encouraging the growing bulge.
Dean turned the dial on the radio, lowering the music slightly. “SAM!” He screamed it this time, halfway between a whine and a curse. “I’m driving here in case you haven’t noticed!”
“Hmm?” Sam turned his head to look at his brother. “Yeah, I know.” His voice remained completely casual, the glance only lasting a moment before he turned back to his papers. Long fingers curled in on themselves so that knuckles slide back and forth over the rough texture of denim. Then, used his thumb to run smooth circles at the base of Dean’s quickly growing erection.
The older man’s breath hitched and he let out a soft moaning whimper. It wasn’t the kind of noise Dean made very often, and when he did, it wasn’t where anyone else could ever hear. He was truly torn now, the part of him that knew this was a bad idea rapidly giving up blood flow to the part that thought this would be the perfect time and place. The road stretching out in front of them blurring into a black stretch of asphalt, details unfocused bits of green or blue in the periphery. “Sammy.” This time his brother’s name was a soft want filled whisper.
“Just drive, I’ll do the rest.” Finally, the taller sibling looked up from the newspapers, his full attention now focused on Dean. Quickly and efficiently, Sam popped the button and opened his brother’s fly, snaking his skilled hand down inside the cotton of boxers and slipping the waist band down so as to free that beautiful swollen cock.
Dean shuddered as the cool air from the open window rushed over his throbbing tip. Then his brother’s hand was back on him, this time encircling him completely and adding just the right amount of pressure to be torturously perfect. Drive. That’s all he had to do. He could do that, he thought he could anyway. It was becoming increasingly difficult though, as Sam’s strokes became steady and fast. The older male glanced out of the corner of his eye when the contact suddenly ceased, only to see Sam running the pad of his thick tongue from the base of his palm to the finger tips, wetting his entire hand. Then he jolted and bucked, knocking his knees on the steering wheel as the slick hand started working furious circles around the head of his cock. “That’s it, I’m pulling over.” Good thing they were on a back road in the middle of nowhere.
By the time they made it to the side of the road, Sam was turned in his seat using both hands, one stroking the length the other busy at the head. He was watching Dean carefully now, dark eyes full of concentration as he gauged the reactions. His brother was getting close and he knew it.
Head lolling back against the seat and eyes closed, Dean suddenly let out a sharp moan and bucked wildly as he lost himself in an intense overwhelming orgasm. Sam just continued sliding his hand along the shaft until he’d milked every bit from his brother. Then he grabbed a rag from the floor board to wipe his hand. When he was done, he tossed it to Dean and then sat back in his seat opening the paper once again as though nothing had happened.
Dean let his breathing calm before he opened his eyes and then cleaned himself off a little. They’d stop at the next gas station so he could do a better job. After he’d pulled his pants back up, he pulled onto the road once more and muttered under his breath. “Fuck, now I have to clean the interior.”
The first installment of can be read HERE!