Flashfic: Fight for the top
Sam was such a goddamn cocktease. Dean would’ve smacked him by now (and probably should have anyway, given the scene they’d made at the gas station) if it wasn’t so much fun. Not to mention stupidly hot.
Which led to this - tumbling through the motel room door, mouths fused together as they groped under layers of clothes towards heated flesh. Dean growled as Sam kicked the door shut and promptly slammed him up against it, chewing on his lower lip. Sam moaned, hands gripping Dean’s ass and tugging him closer, wedging his thigh between Dean’s legs to push his knee up behind his balls, dick a hard length against Dean’s.
Sex was definitely gonna happen tonight. Dean was perfectly happy with that.
They wrestled around, losing shirts and boots before they hit the mattress of the closest bed. Lost as he was in the spectacular feel of Sam’s gigantic hand down his pants, it took Dean a minute to realize that he was flat on his back. On the bottom.
Arching his back, he yanked Sam down for another fierce kiss and rolled them over, sacrificing his hand on his cock to straddle his brother’s legs, pinning him by the shoulders as he swiveled his hips against Sam’s groin. Yes, much better.
Yanking open the fly of Sam’s jeans, he cupped his hand over the straining erection and ground down with just the right pressure. Sam groaned throatily, pressing up into Dean’s hand while trying to tug him back down. Dean happily complied, liking the feel of skin on skin as their chests rubbed together.
Sam let loose a sexy smirk, leaned up to nip at Dean’s ear, a spot he knew made his older brother melt. Dean fought down a whimper as he bucked against the solid strength of Sam below him, feeling those strong arms coming up to encircle around his back . . .
And he was on his back again. For a moment he didn’t care, as Sam was still gnawing on his ear as his hands shoved Dean’s jeans down his legs, Dean helpfully lifting his hips and then kicking the offending material away. Sam’s pants quickly joined them on the floor, and then there was nakedness.
Naked was very good. Naked meant miles of golden Sammy skin sweat-gleamed and lickable stretching for miles . . . above him.
Dean felt a brief flash of irritation battling with arousal. It was his turn, goddamn it. Not to mention he was sick and tired of Sam treating him like a fuckin’ girl all day. No, tonight he wanted Sam under him, squeezing tight around his dick, making those little whimpering moans as Dean thrust into him . . . .
Smirking up at Sam, Dean licked up his neck, savoring the salty-sweet taste of Sam as it exploded on his tongue. One hand threaded through Sam’s hair, tugging him back down to Dean as he hooked a leg over Sam’s hip. Ooooh, that felt good, cock on cock, head dragging over the thin soft skin at Sam’s hip. Sam seemed to agree, arching into the touch, one hand by Dean’s head for support.
Dean promptly used the leverage to flip them again, coming perilously close to the edge of the bed. Sam flailed for an instant, one long leg kicking out to plant on the floor, and Dean nearly fell off. But with Sam anchoring him below and a hand on the headboard, Dean kept his balance and his position on top. He chuckled. “Careful Sammy, wouldn’t want to fall off the bed.”
“Then watch where you’re going,” Sam shot back with a pout. He wiggled a bit until he was more firmly on the bed, which also had them grinding deliciously against each other. Dean grunted, feeling the wet streaks of pre-come left behind on his abs and eager to get the show started. He fumbled in the bedside drawer for the condoms and lube.
But once he had the condom in hand, Sam snatched it out of his fingers. Dean glared and grabbed it back. “Nope. My turn to top.”
Sam scoffed. “What? No it’s not.”
“Yeah it is. It’s Tuesday.”
“So? You topped last time.”
“Did not. “
“Did too. Last night . . .”
“Was not last time.”
“Last time was handjobs in the restroom at the gas station! There was no topping!”
“Hey, that was your turn. Not my fault you went equal opportunity.”
“Oh, so I should’ve fucked you against the wall of that disease-infested hole with the running toilet and four different kinds of mold on the walls?”
“You picked it. You went in there in the first place.”
Sam lay back with a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t believe you. What about the blow jobs on the side of the road before lunch? I believe you had your fingers up my ass, so that definitely counts as topping. So my turn.”
“Nope. My turn. Besides,” Dean flipped the foil packet between his fingers with his best shit-eating grin, “whoever has the condom decides whose dick it goes on.”
Sam narrowed his eyes in challenge. “Okay then.” Fingers hooked on Dean’s amulet and dragged him down into a biting, bruising kiss while his legs wrapped around Dean’s like a pretzel. Dean flailed a bit, trying to keep his hands away from Sam’s, so Sam used the opportunity to flip them again. Dean fought back.
After a couple minutes of wrestling, muttered curses and groans, a few shouts, and one frantic dive as the condom packet went flying off the bed, Sam had Dean pinned in a submission hold on the bed, one hand pinning his wrists at his back while the other was rolling the condom on. Dean twisted a bit, testing his limits, but Sam tightened his hold and growled in his ear.
“My turn.”
A/N: If so inclined, feel free to leave me another challenge prompt in a comment. Pick a kink, any kink, a pairing, and a time or word limit.
Which led to this - tumbling through the motel room door, mouths fused together as they groped under layers of clothes towards heated flesh. Dean growled as Sam kicked the door shut and promptly slammed him up against it, chewing on his lower lip. Sam moaned, hands gripping Dean’s ass and tugging him closer, wedging his thigh between Dean’s legs to push his knee up behind his balls, dick a hard length against Dean’s.
Sex was definitely gonna happen tonight. Dean was perfectly happy with that.
They wrestled around, losing shirts and boots before they hit the mattress of the closest bed. Lost as he was in the spectacular feel of Sam’s gigantic hand down his pants, it took Dean a minute to realize that he was flat on his back. On the bottom.
Arching his back, he yanked Sam down for another fierce kiss and rolled them over, sacrificing his hand on his cock to straddle his brother’s legs, pinning him by the shoulders as he swiveled his hips against Sam’s groin. Yes, much better.
Yanking open the fly of Sam’s jeans, he cupped his hand over the straining erection and ground down with just the right pressure. Sam groaned throatily, pressing up into Dean’s hand while trying to tug him back down. Dean happily complied, liking the feel of skin on skin as their chests rubbed together.
Sam let loose a sexy smirk, leaned up to nip at Dean’s ear, a spot he knew made his older brother melt. Dean fought down a whimper as he bucked against the solid strength of Sam below him, feeling those strong arms coming up to encircle around his back . . .
And he was on his back again. For a moment he didn’t care, as Sam was still gnawing on his ear as his hands shoved Dean’s jeans down his legs, Dean helpfully lifting his hips and then kicking the offending material away. Sam’s pants quickly joined them on the floor, and then there was nakedness.
Naked was very good. Naked meant miles of golden Sammy skin sweat-gleamed and lickable stretching for miles . . . above him.
Dean felt a brief flash of irritation battling with arousal. It was his turn, goddamn it. Not to mention he was sick and tired of Sam treating him like a fuckin’ girl all day. No, tonight he wanted Sam under him, squeezing tight around his dick, making those little whimpering moans as Dean thrust into him . . . .
Smirking up at Sam, Dean licked up his neck, savoring the salty-sweet taste of Sam as it exploded on his tongue. One hand threaded through Sam’s hair, tugging him back down to Dean as he hooked a leg over Sam’s hip. Ooooh, that felt good, cock on cock, head dragging over the thin soft skin at Sam’s hip. Sam seemed to agree, arching into the touch, one hand by Dean’s head for support.
Dean promptly used the leverage to flip them again, coming perilously close to the edge of the bed. Sam flailed for an instant, one long leg kicking out to plant on the floor, and Dean nearly fell off. But with Sam anchoring him below and a hand on the headboard, Dean kept his balance and his position on top. He chuckled. “Careful Sammy, wouldn’t want to fall off the bed.”
“Then watch where you’re going,” Sam shot back with a pout. He wiggled a bit until he was more firmly on the bed, which also had them grinding deliciously against each other. Dean grunted, feeling the wet streaks of pre-come left behind on his abs and eager to get the show started. He fumbled in the bedside drawer for the condoms and lube.
But once he had the condom in hand, Sam snatched it out of his fingers. Dean glared and grabbed it back. “Nope. My turn to top.”
Sam scoffed. “What? No it’s not.”
“Yeah it is. It’s Tuesday.”
“So? You topped last time.”
“Did not. “
“Did too. Last night . . .”
“Was not last time.”
“Last time was handjobs in the restroom at the gas station! There was no topping!”
“Hey, that was your turn. Not my fault you went equal opportunity.”
“Oh, so I should’ve fucked you against the wall of that disease-infested hole with the running toilet and four different kinds of mold on the walls?”
“You picked it. You went in there in the first place.”
Sam lay back with a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t believe you. What about the blow jobs on the side of the road before lunch? I believe you had your fingers up my ass, so that definitely counts as topping. So my turn.”
“Nope. My turn. Besides,” Dean flipped the foil packet between his fingers with his best shit-eating grin, “whoever has the condom decides whose dick it goes on.”
Sam narrowed his eyes in challenge. “Okay then.” Fingers hooked on Dean’s amulet and dragged him down into a biting, bruising kiss while his legs wrapped around Dean’s like a pretzel. Dean flailed a bit, trying to keep his hands away from Sam’s, so Sam used the opportunity to flip them again. Dean fought back.
After a couple minutes of wrestling, muttered curses and groans, a few shouts, and one frantic dive as the condom packet went flying off the bed, Sam had Dean pinned in a submission hold on the bed, one hand pinning his wrists at his back while the other was rolling the condom on. Dean twisted a bit, testing his limits, but Sam tightened his hold and growled in his ear.
“My turn.”
A/N: If so inclined, feel free to leave me another challenge prompt in a comment. Pick a kink, any kink, a pairing, and a time or word limit.