50 First Times - Time 44 - OR HI! I'm not dead. Read the warnings please.
Title: Time 44
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Sam/Lucifer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 667
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Body possession and therefore consent issues - inappropriate touching.
Summary: Written for 50 first times - Lucifer has to get over his ew, humans thing because his current body keeps telling him oooo, Sam Winchester.
Time 44
“I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
Sam looks at himself through the mirror. He jerks and twists inside his own mind and feels the icy cold of Lucifer’s grace slam down against his soul that much harder.
Sam’s not in the driver’s seat right now. He needs to remember that. He needs to survive. But as he watches his own hand, now outside of his control, trailing across his naked chest he can’t help but think back, Could have fooled me.
Lucifer gives him freezing agony for his sarcasm. If Sam had control of his mouth right now he would be temped to spit at himself. Instead, that traitorous hand brushes across his left nipple and Sam feels goose bumps breaking out all across his skin.
Hot spot, and fuck, Lucifer probably knows every single one of them.
But then Lucifer stops, he puts a shirt on, walks away.
Sam spends the next six months trapped in his own mind with no one to talk to but his arch-enemy. The sad thing is that Lucifer is just as lonely, just as messed up as Sam is. In the end, it’s not so much that they beat him, more that Lucifer just decides he doesn’t really want to win.
He just doesn’t want to be alone anymore. Honestly, neither does Sam. He’s gotten used to having someone there to talk to all the time. Lucifer’s actually a pretty good listener when he wants to be.
Sam might actually like the guy…a little bit…wow, he’s still figuring out how fucked up he is. It’s all kinds of wrong.
Another night, another hotel room, another bathroom mirror…this time it’s Sam driving as his hand slides across his bare chest. He feels Lucifer actively turning his icy presence into something warmer, more welcoming. It helps Sam to relax.
He’s not sure why he agreed to this but he doesn’t stop even as his fingers flick over his nipple and a shiver runs down his spine. He feels the low hum of Lucifer’s approval, the sharp edge of the angel’s want plucking at his insides.
Never had a body before, never felt anything like this; Lucifer’s excited, a little bit terrified. He’s trying to keep it all balled up inside but Sam can feel it pooling out faster that Lucifer can draw it back in.
Sam wants this to be good. He’s not exactly sure why.
His hand dips lower, Sam’s not even sure when he got hard. It’s distracting doing it this way. Sam has to keep his eyes open so Lucifer can see; he has two different urges in his hand, one to go faster, the other to go slower. Neither one of the urges belongs to him. Lucifer’s like a kid trying this for the first time. He’s got no idea what he wants and he’s sure Sam is doing it wrong.
Sam bites his lip to keep from snapping at himself like a maniac and keeps up as steady a pace on his dick as he can with all the distractions.
The orgasm seems to come out of nowhere. Sam feels his mouth moving and can hear his voice shouting his own name. Lucifer surges to the front in the final moment flailing in the sharp-hot shock of climax.
Afterward, Sam curls into his bed with his arms tight around his own chest. Lucifer pressing kisses up and down Sam’s arm with his own mouth. It’s affection…in a crazy sort of way. Lucifer’s content and Sam’s not feeling too badly himself.
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Sam/Lucifer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 667
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Body possession and therefore consent issues - inappropriate touching.
Summary: Written for 50 first times - Lucifer has to get over his ew, humans thing because his current body keeps telling him oooo, Sam Winchester.
Time 44
“I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
Sam looks at himself through the mirror. He jerks and twists inside his own mind and feels the icy cold of Lucifer’s grace slam down against his soul that much harder.
Sam’s not in the driver’s seat right now. He needs to remember that. He needs to survive. But as he watches his own hand, now outside of his control, trailing across his naked chest he can’t help but think back, Could have fooled me.
Lucifer gives him freezing agony for his sarcasm. If Sam had control of his mouth right now he would be temped to spit at himself. Instead, that traitorous hand brushes across his left nipple and Sam feels goose bumps breaking out all across his skin.
Hot spot, and fuck, Lucifer probably knows every single one of them.
But then Lucifer stops, he puts a shirt on, walks away.
Sam spends the next six months trapped in his own mind with no one to talk to but his arch-enemy. The sad thing is that Lucifer is just as lonely, just as messed up as Sam is. In the end, it’s not so much that they beat him, more that Lucifer just decides he doesn’t really want to win.
He just doesn’t want to be alone anymore. Honestly, neither does Sam. He’s gotten used to having someone there to talk to all the time. Lucifer’s actually a pretty good listener when he wants to be.
Sam might actually like the guy…a little bit…wow, he’s still figuring out how fucked up he is. It’s all kinds of wrong.
Another night, another hotel room, another bathroom mirror…this time it’s Sam driving as his hand slides across his bare chest. He feels Lucifer actively turning his icy presence into something warmer, more welcoming. It helps Sam to relax.
He’s not sure why he agreed to this but he doesn’t stop even as his fingers flick over his nipple and a shiver runs down his spine. He feels the low hum of Lucifer’s approval, the sharp edge of the angel’s want plucking at his insides.
Never had a body before, never felt anything like this; Lucifer’s excited, a little bit terrified. He’s trying to keep it all balled up inside but Sam can feel it pooling out faster that Lucifer can draw it back in.
Sam wants this to be good. He’s not exactly sure why.
His hand dips lower, Sam’s not even sure when he got hard. It’s distracting doing it this way. Sam has to keep his eyes open so Lucifer can see; he has two different urges in his hand, one to go faster, the other to go slower. Neither one of the urges belongs to him. Lucifer’s like a kid trying this for the first time. He’s got no idea what he wants and he’s sure Sam is doing it wrong.
Sam bites his lip to keep from snapping at himself like a maniac and keeps up as steady a pace on his dick as he can with all the distractions.
The orgasm seems to come out of nowhere. Sam feels his mouth moving and can hear his voice shouting his own name. Lucifer surges to the front in the final moment flailing in the sharp-hot shock of climax.
Afterward, Sam curls into his bed with his arms tight around his own chest. Lucifer pressing kisses up and down Sam’s arm with his own mouth. It’s affection…in a crazy sort of way. Lucifer’s content and Sam’s not feeling too badly himself.