I Porned... OMG
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I would love it if you could go read/leave feedback on my Dean/Sam and Jon/Stephen Drabbles! Just some schmoopy fluff, but I'm a feedback whore. ;]
I still can't believe I even attempted writing porn, but this just came to me so I wrote it down... It was actually a while ago, before Season Three started. I even had the Amazing Amanda look it over for me. But I decided not to 'publish' it since it's bleh. Just thought I'd put it out there for you guys to give me con-crit because most of you are super awesome fic writers and readers! <3 Thanks for any advice.
Title: Lay With Me
Pairings: Sam/Dean [WINCEST!!!]
Warnings: Super cheezy cliched Sam/Dean Porn
Word Count: 1,092
Sitting on the bed across from Sam, Dean made up his mind.
‘We’re going to have to talk about it, you know.’
Sam looked up, cross-legged in a mess of papers, his laptop open in front of him on the bed before him. Like usual.
‘Talk about what?’ Sam asked.
Dean swallowed hard and forged on.
‘This time next year, you could be on your own. And-’
Sam cut him off.
‘Dean look, a new hunt out in Nevada. Look’s like this schoolhouse is haunted. Writing keeps appearing on the chalkboard. In Blood. Let’s hit the road.’
He started shoving all his papers in the duffel.
Dean leaned closer and grabbed his wrist.
‘Stop doing that. Stop changing the subject.’
Sam threw the duffel on the floor and stood up.
‘Damn it, Dean. I’m gonna find a way out of this. I’m saving you this time. Right now we just need to keep hunting. ’
‘But there’s always that chance that you can’t. And you have to know that it won’t be your fault-’
‘Dean, we can’t talk about this. I can’t talk about this. You aren’t dying. End of discussion.’
Dean smiled weakly and pulled Sam onto the mattress, nestling him between his legs. His fingers were twined in Sam’s belt loops, holding him down, anchoring him. Or maybe it was the contact that was anchoring Dean.
‘Sammy…’ Dean whispered against his brow, ‘I’d still do anything for you. Nothing has changed that.’
‘Don’t you understand? I’d do anything for you, too.’ Sam said forcefully, reaching up to shake Dean’s shoulders, punctuating each word.
‘I know.’ Dean answered, nestling his nose into Sam’s hair.
‘Besides, there’s one problem with this whole arrangement.’ Sam brought his hand up to touch Dean’s cheek.
‘What’s that?’ Dean’s eyes bored into Sam’s, imploring, begging him to understand that he needed Sam to be safe. Nothing else mattered.
But Sam was the one who needed Dean to understand him.
‘You already gave your soul to me.’
Sam brought his lips up to meet Dean’s. The angle was wrong, awkward. He had to half kneel and practically climb into Dean’s lap. But it was producing the heat and the contact they both needed.
Tongues were searching, teeth clattered together, lips glided smoothly over flesh. Sam wanted to be in control of this one. He was sucking Dean’s bottom lip, using his whole body for leverage. He pushed Dean all the way onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pushing his knee in between Dean’s thighs, spreading him wide. It was just the kind of friction Dean needed.
Sam stopped assaulting Dean’s mouth long enough for him to gasp for air. Sam had his hands up Dean’s shirt, tugging it over his head. There was a pause- Dean looked up at him through his lashes, panting, his hands on Sam’s hips.
All of a sudden it felt like they had no time, like this was the only chance they had left to be together like this. The urgency filtered through the room and hit Sam like a ton of bricks. All the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He knew that this wasn’t Dean’s last day, in fact he knew Dean had exactly 223 days left, but that was 223 days too few.
Besides, all logic had fled from Sam a few minutes earlier. He ripped off his shirt and popped the buttons on his jeans. Dean helped him pull them off. Sam’s hands quit their idle roaming of Dean’s chest to get down to business. Sam was deftly undoing the fly on Dean’s faded jeans when Dean started to laugh.
Dean had the nerve to laugh when Sam was trying to communicate how much he needed him, the lengths he would go to for him. Not to mention his cock was aching and leaking against Dean’s thigh.
‘Sam, we’ve got time.’ Dean grinned up at him.
The smug bastard.
‘Shut up Dean. Forever wouldn’t be enough time.’
Sam chose that moment to take Dean’s length in his mouth, and Dean was lost to the speaking world even if he had wanted to say anything in return. Sam’s lips were pink and swollen, his bottom teeth lightly scraping Dean’s cock.
‘Fuck Sammy, you have fucking gorgeous lips.’
Leave it to Dean to always know what to say. Sam grinned around his cock, swirling his tongue around the head.
‘Too much talking, Dean.’ A sound like growling escaped Sam’s throat and vibrated up Dean’s cock. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Dean bucked up into Sam’s mouth, a string of moans and Sam. Fuck Yes. Sammy, repeated over and over.
Sam wanted Dean to be like this all day- completely unglued and vulnerable, all his. But he couldn’t do that to Dean.
He brought his hand up to cup Dean’s balls, letting Dean fuck his tongue.
‘Sam-’ Dean screamed in warning but Sam already knew. Dean came with a final thrust into Sam’s mouth. Sam looked up at Dean and swallowed it all. The sight of Dean glowing and sated and utterly speechless made Sam’s hips thrust forward and he came all over the bed.
Dean grabbed his face and brought him down for a kiss, his tongue completely engulfing Sam’s mouth. The thought of Dean tasting himself inside Sam had him half hard again. Dean expertly guided Sam onto his back, their tongue doing a dance that felt like it had been rehearsed many times before but now was the time for the real performance. Sam was never more aware of the little time they had left than he was at that moment.
He kissed Dean with everything he had, until he had no breath left to give. A tear slid down his cheek. Their dance was broken as Dean came up for air, resting his forehead against Sam’s. Dean’s right hand caught the tear trying to escape, trying to become a secret hidden in the bed sheets of the sleezy motel. Like so many of their secrets.
‘Hey, now we are going to get emo in bed too?’
‘You’re the one who wanted to talk.’
‘Sammy, we have now. We’ve got to remember that, and just hold onto the nows.’
Sam pressed his fingers to Dean’s lips and settled him on the bed next to him. His thumb still stroking Dean’s lips, he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder.
‘Dean, just lay with me for a while.’ He whispered in Dean’s ear as he closed his eyes clutching Dean’s hand.
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Thanks for reading, flist!! ♥
I would love it if you could go read/leave feedback on my Dean/Sam and Jon/Stephen Drabbles! Just some schmoopy fluff, but I'm a feedback whore. ;]
I still can't believe I even attempted writing porn, but this just came to me so I wrote it down... It was actually a while ago, before Season Three started. I even had the Amazing Amanda look it over for me. But I decided not to 'publish' it since it's bleh. Just thought I'd put it out there for you guys to give me con-crit because most of you are super awesome fic writers and readers! <3 Thanks for any advice.
Title: Lay With Me
Pairings: Sam/Dean [WINCEST!!!]
Warnings: Super cheezy cliched Sam/Dean Porn
Word Count: 1,092
Sitting on the bed across from Sam, Dean made up his mind.
‘We’re going to have to talk about it, you know.’
Sam looked up, cross-legged in a mess of papers, his laptop open in front of him on the bed before him. Like usual.
‘Talk about what?’ Sam asked.
Dean swallowed hard and forged on.
‘This time next year, you could be on your own. And-’
Sam cut him off.
‘Dean look, a new hunt out in Nevada. Look’s like this schoolhouse is haunted. Writing keeps appearing on the chalkboard. In Blood. Let’s hit the road.’
He started shoving all his papers in the duffel.
Dean leaned closer and grabbed his wrist.
‘Stop doing that. Stop changing the subject.’
Sam threw the duffel on the floor and stood up.
‘Damn it, Dean. I’m gonna find a way out of this. I’m saving you this time. Right now we just need to keep hunting. ’
‘But there’s always that chance that you can’t. And you have to know that it won’t be your fault-’
‘Dean, we can’t talk about this. I can’t talk about this. You aren’t dying. End of discussion.’
Dean smiled weakly and pulled Sam onto the mattress, nestling him between his legs. His fingers were twined in Sam’s belt loops, holding him down, anchoring him. Or maybe it was the contact that was anchoring Dean.
‘Sammy…’ Dean whispered against his brow, ‘I’d still do anything for you. Nothing has changed that.’
‘Don’t you understand? I’d do anything for you, too.’ Sam said forcefully, reaching up to shake Dean’s shoulders, punctuating each word.
‘I know.’ Dean answered, nestling his nose into Sam’s hair.
‘Besides, there’s one problem with this whole arrangement.’ Sam brought his hand up to touch Dean’s cheek.
‘What’s that?’ Dean’s eyes bored into Sam’s, imploring, begging him to understand that he needed Sam to be safe. Nothing else mattered.
But Sam was the one who needed Dean to understand him.
‘You already gave your soul to me.’
Sam brought his lips up to meet Dean’s. The angle was wrong, awkward. He had to half kneel and practically climb into Dean’s lap. But it was producing the heat and the contact they both needed.
Tongues were searching, teeth clattered together, lips glided smoothly over flesh. Sam wanted to be in control of this one. He was sucking Dean’s bottom lip, using his whole body for leverage. He pushed Dean all the way onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pushing his knee in between Dean’s thighs, spreading him wide. It was just the kind of friction Dean needed.
Sam stopped assaulting Dean’s mouth long enough for him to gasp for air. Sam had his hands up Dean’s shirt, tugging it over his head. There was a pause- Dean looked up at him through his lashes, panting, his hands on Sam’s hips.
All of a sudden it felt like they had no time, like this was the only chance they had left to be together like this. The urgency filtered through the room and hit Sam like a ton of bricks. All the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He knew that this wasn’t Dean’s last day, in fact he knew Dean had exactly 223 days left, but that was 223 days too few.
Besides, all logic had fled from Sam a few minutes earlier. He ripped off his shirt and popped the buttons on his jeans. Dean helped him pull them off. Sam’s hands quit their idle roaming of Dean’s chest to get down to business. Sam was deftly undoing the fly on Dean’s faded jeans when Dean started to laugh.
Dean had the nerve to laugh when Sam was trying to communicate how much he needed him, the lengths he would go to for him. Not to mention his cock was aching and leaking against Dean’s thigh.
‘Sam, we’ve got time.’ Dean grinned up at him.
The smug bastard.
‘Shut up Dean. Forever wouldn’t be enough time.’
Sam chose that moment to take Dean’s length in his mouth, and Dean was lost to the speaking world even if he had wanted to say anything in return. Sam’s lips were pink and swollen, his bottom teeth lightly scraping Dean’s cock.
‘Fuck Sammy, you have fucking gorgeous lips.’
Leave it to Dean to always know what to say. Sam grinned around his cock, swirling his tongue around the head.
‘Too much talking, Dean.’ A sound like growling escaped Sam’s throat and vibrated up Dean’s cock. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Dean bucked up into Sam’s mouth, a string of moans and Sam. Fuck Yes. Sammy, repeated over and over.
Sam wanted Dean to be like this all day- completely unglued and vulnerable, all his. But he couldn’t do that to Dean.
He brought his hand up to cup Dean’s balls, letting Dean fuck his tongue.
‘Sam-’ Dean screamed in warning but Sam already knew. Dean came with a final thrust into Sam’s mouth. Sam looked up at Dean and swallowed it all. The sight of Dean glowing and sated and utterly speechless made Sam’s hips thrust forward and he came all over the bed.
Dean grabbed his face and brought him down for a kiss, his tongue completely engulfing Sam’s mouth. The thought of Dean tasting himself inside Sam had him half hard again. Dean expertly guided Sam onto his back, their tongue doing a dance that felt like it had been rehearsed many times before but now was the time for the real performance. Sam was never more aware of the little time they had left than he was at that moment.
He kissed Dean with everything he had, until he had no breath left to give. A tear slid down his cheek. Their dance was broken as Dean came up for air, resting his forehead against Sam’s. Dean’s right hand caught the tear trying to escape, trying to become a secret hidden in the bed sheets of the sleezy motel. Like so many of their secrets.
‘Hey, now we are going to get emo in bed too?’
‘You’re the one who wanted to talk.’
‘Sammy, we have now. We’ve got to remember that, and just hold onto the nows.’
Sam pressed his fingers to Dean’s lips and settled him on the bed next to him. His thumb still stroking Dean’s lips, he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder.
‘Dean, just lay with me for a while.’ He whispered in Dean’s ear as he closed his eyes clutching Dean’s hand.
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