Mine, Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, NC-17
This is what happens when I play hooky from work. It's just a little short story about my two favorite boys.
TITLE: Mine
AUTHOR: general_solo
FANDOM: Supernatural
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Sexual relationship between siblings, DO NOT READ IF THIS BOTHERS YOU.
WORD COUNT: 730
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t own these characters.
SUMMARY: No plot, just Dean/Sam smut.
Mine
“Where’re my jeans?”
“How would I know?”
“You’re the one that took them off.”
“Oh…right. I think I threw them over there somewhere.”
“Would be nice to get them back soon.”
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
Dean turned his head to look at the younger, dark-haired man lying next to him on the old, threadbare blanket. Sam was staring up at the stars, a rare, peaceful look on his face.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know…explore a little new territory.”
Dean laughed and Sam turned his head to look at him.
“New territory! Sammy…where haven’t you already been?”
Sam let his eyes rove up and down his brother’s body. Dean was still wearing his old black shirt that was raveling at the wrists. And his beat-up black boots. And nothing else. His legs were pale in the late evening light. Sam could see a couple of stray freckles close to one knee.
“I might have missed something. I thought I’d do a thorough check.”
“Hmmmm…yeah…come to think of it, you might have missed a couple of spots.”
Sam rolled over until he was on top of Dean. Ignoring the other man’s protests, he slowly ran his tongue over Dean’s lips. It was sinful for a man to have lips like that.
“You taste good.”
Tilting his head he slowly moved his mouth over Dean’s jaw. He could feel the stubble just growing back in, still smell the soap he’d used to shower with earlier.
Carefully he began unbuttoning Dean’s shirt. Pushing the material aside he looked speculatively at Dean’s chest. He ran a hand over it, feeling the scars here and there that marred otherwise perfect skin.
“I don’t think…I’ve sucked on that nipple before. The left one I’m sure of but not the right.”
“Is that your right or my right?”
Sam grinned, looking very predatory suddenly.
“Does it matter?”
Lowering his head he seized a dark pink nipple between his teeth. Dean gasped and wiggled under him. Sam gently soothed with his tongue and Dean’s hands came up to entwine in his hair. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, alternating the nipping and soothing until Dean was bucking up underneath him.
Finally pulling back, Sam looked with satisfaction at his handiwork. Dean’s face was flushed, he was almost panting.
“Sam…there’re a couple of more places…I think you missed.”
Sam smiled as Dean slowly pushed his head down towards his crotch.
“Now Dean…I’m almost positive I didn’t miss that.”
“Yeah, but you’d better make sure…just in case.”
Sam eyed his brother’s cock, so hard it was starting to curve up towards his belly.
“Well…”
Bending his head down, Sam quickly licked a long wet stripe along the straining flesh.
Dean bucked up again, cursing and laughing at the same time.
Oh yes, Sam loved to see him like this.
Scooting down until he was comfortably kneeling between Dean’s thighs, Sam quickly grabbed his brother’s legs and pushed them wide open. He’d probably have to hold Dean down before it was over with.
Sam paused to take in the view. Damn, but the man was perfect. Lowering his head again, he nuzzled against Dean’s heavy balls, running his tongue underneath to the sensitive skin. He could see the evidence of their earlier lovemaking and he felt a sudden satisfaction that Dean had let no one but Sam touch him like that.
Suddenly impatient, Sam grasped the base of Dean’s cock and then lowered his mouth over the thick head, the skin hot, the taste welcome and familiar. Running his tongue around the ridge he then firmly rubbed over the little sensitive spot underneath, then up to dip in the slit already oozing creamy liquid.
Dean was arching his back, moaning Sam’s name. Sam opened his mouth and took as much of the hard flesh in as he could, pulling and sucking in the way he knew his brother liked best.
Dean spat a curse at him when he pulled off abruptly and then crawled back up to lay his forehead against Dean’s. He looked into eyes as green as his own.
“Mine.”
Dean jerked against him and Sam laughed as he felt the hot liquid splatter between them.
“Shit, Dean…is that all it takes?”
Dean glared at him before pulling Sam closer for a kiss and then a whisper in his ear.
“Your turn, Sammy.”
TITLE: Mine
AUTHOR: general_solo
FANDOM: Supernatural
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Sexual relationship between siblings, DO NOT READ IF THIS BOTHERS YOU.
WORD COUNT: 730
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t own these characters.
SUMMARY: No plot, just Dean/Sam smut.
Mine
“Where’re my jeans?”
“How would I know?”
“You’re the one that took them off.”
“Oh…right. I think I threw them over there somewhere.”
“Would be nice to get them back soon.”
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
Dean turned his head to look at the younger, dark-haired man lying next to him on the old, threadbare blanket. Sam was staring up at the stars, a rare, peaceful look on his face.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know…explore a little new territory.”
Dean laughed and Sam turned his head to look at him.
“New territory! Sammy…where haven’t you already been?”
Sam let his eyes rove up and down his brother’s body. Dean was still wearing his old black shirt that was raveling at the wrists. And his beat-up black boots. And nothing else. His legs were pale in the late evening light. Sam could see a couple of stray freckles close to one knee.
“I might have missed something. I thought I’d do a thorough check.”
“Hmmmm…yeah…come to think of it, you might have missed a couple of spots.”
Sam rolled over until he was on top of Dean. Ignoring the other man’s protests, he slowly ran his tongue over Dean’s lips. It was sinful for a man to have lips like that.
“You taste good.”
Tilting his head he slowly moved his mouth over Dean’s jaw. He could feel the stubble just growing back in, still smell the soap he’d used to shower with earlier.
Carefully he began unbuttoning Dean’s shirt. Pushing the material aside he looked speculatively at Dean’s chest. He ran a hand over it, feeling the scars here and there that marred otherwise perfect skin.
“I don’t think…I’ve sucked on that nipple before. The left one I’m sure of but not the right.”
“Is that your right or my right?”
Sam grinned, looking very predatory suddenly.
“Does it matter?”
Lowering his head he seized a dark pink nipple between his teeth. Dean gasped and wiggled under him. Sam gently soothed with his tongue and Dean’s hands came up to entwine in his hair. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, alternating the nipping and soothing until Dean was bucking up underneath him.
Finally pulling back, Sam looked with satisfaction at his handiwork. Dean’s face was flushed, he was almost panting.
“Sam…there’re a couple of more places…I think you missed.”
Sam smiled as Dean slowly pushed his head down towards his crotch.
“Now Dean…I’m almost positive I didn’t miss that.”
“Yeah, but you’d better make sure…just in case.”
Sam eyed his brother’s cock, so hard it was starting to curve up towards his belly.
“Well…”
Bending his head down, Sam quickly licked a long wet stripe along the straining flesh.
Dean bucked up again, cursing and laughing at the same time.
Oh yes, Sam loved to see him like this.
Scooting down until he was comfortably kneeling between Dean’s thighs, Sam quickly grabbed his brother’s legs and pushed them wide open. He’d probably have to hold Dean down before it was over with.
Sam paused to take in the view. Damn, but the man was perfect. Lowering his head again, he nuzzled against Dean’s heavy balls, running his tongue underneath to the sensitive skin. He could see the evidence of their earlier lovemaking and he felt a sudden satisfaction that Dean had let no one but Sam touch him like that.
Suddenly impatient, Sam grasped the base of Dean’s cock and then lowered his mouth over the thick head, the skin hot, the taste welcome and familiar. Running his tongue around the ridge he then firmly rubbed over the little sensitive spot underneath, then up to dip in the slit already oozing creamy liquid.
Dean was arching his back, moaning Sam’s name. Sam opened his mouth and took as much of the hard flesh in as he could, pulling and sucking in the way he knew his brother liked best.
Dean spat a curse at him when he pulled off abruptly and then crawled back up to lay his forehead against Dean’s. He looked into eyes as green as his own.
“Mine.”
Dean jerked against him and Sam laughed as he felt the hot liquid splatter between them.
“Shit, Dean…is that all it takes?”
Dean glared at him before pulling Sam closer for a kiss and then a whisper in his ear.
“Your turn, Sammy.”