Fic: So Cold It Burns
Ummmm, sorry, I really couldn't help myself. I can't even blame the meds I've been stoned on for the last week, 'cause I thought this up long before I got sick. I'm just doing it now.
One of the things I love about Wincest is that they're guys, they're sexy, but they're also brothers who love to tease and torment the shit outta each other. Makes things like this way too easy.
Title: So Cold It Burns
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wincest, bit of schmoop, bit of crack
Word count: 2815
Summary: Sam gets a new body wash, but Dean pays the price. "My dick's gonna fall off 'cause of your girly shit."
Beta:
thehighwaywoman, who I teased with this fic for a while before I wrote it.
Notes: The theme song for this fic is Foreigner's "Cold as Ice." *evil grin*
Okay, this is just proof of how everything reminds me of Supernatural and/or sex lately. I got this body wash (they do/did have it in lime, it's just not on the website) and I was thinking about how it would smell really good on a guy. That made me think of shower sex, until I thought about the practical implications of peppermint oil, and my experiences on where not to put it. Thus, this fic. See, it's a good thing I don't own the brothers Winchester or anything Supernatural.
In Sam’s defense, it really wasn’t his fault.
It’s not like he meant to hurt Dean; that was certainly not his intention in buying the thing.
It wasn’t even his fault they went to the mall . . . well, maybe, but it was Dean’s idea and Dean drove, so Sam’s not totally culpable there.
Honestly, it was just an unfortunate accident. It happens.
Sam was two days out of an overnight clinic stay after a black dog hunt went south and he limped out with slashes on his calf and down his back. They had treated the wounds, but not quickly enough to prevent infection, thanks to the filthy claws and teeth. When Sam woke in the middle of the night vomiting and running a high fever, Dean dragged him to an urgent care facility. Twenty-four hours of IV antibiotics and fluids cleared everything up, and Dean managed to ‘liberate’ some new supplies for their first aid kit.
They were leisurely making their way down to Texas for a possible chupacabra, and if Sam noticed that Dean was babying him slightly, neither of them mentioned it. He knew Dean was feeling slightly guilty that he’d not managed to keep Sam from getting hurt while he walked away from the last hunt without a scratch. If that happened to result in meals of his preferred foods, slightly better motel rooms, and quieter music, well, Sam was gonna let him.
So while it may have been for Sam, it was totally Dean’s idea to go to the mall. Well, not the mall exactly; more like the Borders that happened to be attached to the mall, as well as the sporting goods store. Dean may have wanted to indulge Sam, but if he could avoid boring himself while he was at it, so much the better.
After getting lunch in the food court together, Dean headed off toward the possibility of new ammo while Sam wandered in the opposite direction towards the bookstore. One of the stores along the way caught his eye - one of those bath and body places that sold overpriced scented lotions and crèmes and sprays and whatnot.
Jess had loved that stuff: she had dragged him in there more than once to get his opinion on different scents and giggle over his total bewilderment at the sheer variety of stuff. Between those memories and the fact that Dean would rag on him for being a woman for weeks if he ever caught him in there, normally Sam avoided those places like the plague.
This time, though, Sam paused. The antibiotics had cleared the infection, but had also left him with severely dry skin that itched terribly. His face was the worst; shaving felt like he was scouring his flesh with sandpaper. The standard issue bottles of generic shower gel at the motels only made it worse, and Sam was getting very sick of the greasy feel and thick chemical smell of cheap lotion on his hands.
Maybe he could find something that didn’t smell too girly. Even if it did stink like flowers and aloe or some shit like that, with the miasma rising off Dean these days, it could only be an improvement. Between the perpetual stink of old fast food grease, gasoline, sweat, mud, and unwashed bodies ground into the seats of the Impala, and the fact that Dean just had two huge burritos with extra onions for lunch, Sam’s nose needed a break.
He hesitated, glancing in the direction Dean had gone. God forbid Dean ever found out about this, or that Sam was even considering it. The mocking would be merciless. If he was going to do this, he had to make it quick.
Taking a deep breath, Sam entered the store.
It was just as baffling as ever. Not the layout - no, everything was arranged and labeled and displayed enticingly. Just the fact that there were so many scents and combinations and people actually paid for this stuff. Sam eyed one display in askance - what was the difference between cherry and Japanese cherry blossom? Or body spray versus cologne versus eau de toilette, for that matter? Seriously, 5 separate types of lotion was rather ridiculous.
Glancing around, he saw a small sign tucked towards the back - Men’s Skin Care. Oh good, maybe they had something useful back there, and not flowery. Pine wouldn’t be too bad, as long as he didn’t smell like a truck stop air freshener. Sidestepping a group of girls comparing lip glosses, he perused the shelves.
Shave lotion, aftershave, aftershave lotion, facial cream, hair cream, body wash, body buffer, body scrub, body crème . . . Who uses this stuff? Sam shook his head. And Dean called him girly. At least he wasn’t so fussy he had to use a $10 bottle of shaving lotion that smelled like clear water.
A line of green tubes caught his eye and he picked one up. Mentha with vitamin A and D. Huh. Body wash with peppermint oil. That might not be too bad. Popping the cap, he took a tentative sniff. Nice, actually.
They even had varieties on this one, though. There was straight mint, then ones with fruit. Who thinks of this stuff? Honestly. Still, Sam was curious enough to smell them. Raspberry mint made him wrinkle his nose, lemon mint reminded him of bathroom cleaner, and orange mint was only okay. Lime though - he took another whiff. Lime and mint actually smelled really good.
“That’s a great product,” a smiling salesgirl came up next to him. “Really wakes you up in the morning. I like the raspberry myself. And it’s on sale today.”
“Really?” Sam checked the price and hid a wince. Twelve freakin’ bucks for body wash?! “What’s the sale?”
“Half off, so you can get two for the price of one. Seriously, with this heat, I’ve been stocking up.” She picked up a bottle herself. “This has 1% peppermint oil in it, so it really cools your skin down. Great for after a sunburn. And the body cream has shea butter in it, which moisturizes.”
“Huh.” Sam looked at the bottle in his hand, debating. Texas in August, hunting dusty back roads for a chupacabra. Those kinds of hunts left him feeling sweaty and grimy for days. Maybe . . .
Ten minutes later he was striding away from the store, heading determinedly towards the bookstore, newly-purchased bottle wrapped in a plastic bag and tucked half-hidden under his arm. He just had to make sure he bought at least one book before Dean came to find him and hide this in the bag. Dean may have been babying him lately, but that didn’t mean he still couldn’t be an annoying prick.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That night they stumbled into the motel room late after a dinner of hot wings and beer at a bar, followed by a few games of pool. Sam kicked off his shoes at the foot of the motel bed and stretched, sighing in relief as his back popped. Dean immediately headed for the AC unit under the window, cranking it up. The thing hummed, whirred, then with a pop and disgruntled wheeze started blowing air which in minutes chilled to icy.
“Dibs on the shower,” Sam said, pulling off his sticky shirt with a grimace. One stupid drunken idiot had shoved his equally drunk friend, resulting in a nearly-full beer dumped down Sam’s back as he lined up a pool shot. Dean hadn’t let him sit back in the Impala, not wanting to scrub stale beer off the upholstery.
“Just don’t hog all the hot water,” Dean replied, stripping off his own shirt and rummaging through his duffle bag for something clean to wear.
Sam gathered his kit and headed for the bathroom, throwing a smirk in his brother’s direction. “Wouldn’t be a problem if you joined me. In the interest of water conservation and all.”
Dean arched an eyebrow. “Dude, did that pick-up line work in college? ‘Cause it was pretty lame. Although I could see some hippie environmentalist going for it . . .”
Sam rolled his eyes in response and ducked into the bathroom, but didn’t close the door all the way. Open invitation. Which he had no doubt Dean would take him up on - it was just a matter of how long.
For once they’d gotten a motel room that not only had hot water and decent pressure, it was also tall enough that Sam didn’t have to nearly crouch under the showerhead. Sam stood under the spray for a couple minutes, just letting the water rinse over him and wash the day away. He had to shampoo his hair twice before it felt like all the beer was out; he was in the middle of scrubbing through his hair the second time when Dean finally joined him.
Wordlessly Sam stepped back and let Dean into the spray, then placed a light kiss on the wet freckled shoulder. Dean smirked at him, arching his neck to get his full head wet before demanding the shampoo. It was always like this when they showered together - business first, then playtime. Didn’t mean they didn’t grope each other the whole time, just that things never got seriously heated until at least hair was washed. Sam just accepted it as one of Dean’s weird quirks and followed suit.
Dean stepped aside to let Sam under the water, purposely rubbing his body against him as they switched. Sam ran one hand over his chest to wash the bubbles off and let the other sneak around Dean’s waist to his ass. Dean stepped closer, slick skin on skin, hands lightly traveling over the rivulets of water running over warm skin as he leaned in for a kiss.
Sam liked it like this - slow and warm and wet, nothing else to do and all the time to do it in. Lips moving together, sharing breath, hands caressing and petting, pressing close, every inch known but all the more desirable for it. It was how they worked together, always had. Not gentle, exactly, but exactly what they needed.
Dean’s hand drifted down to Sam’s dick as he licked down his neck, planting a sucking kiss over his collarbone. Sam groaned, arching into Dean’s touch as he expertly gripped and stroked. This was nice, but he didn’t want to come yet. Not like this. Dean had been taking care of him for days; now it was Sam’s turn.
Sam gripped Dean’s wrist, stopping his movement and earning himself a quizzical look. Lowering his head, Sam murmured, “Turn around.” Dean hesitated for only a second, then turned and leaned back against Sam’s chest, wiggling his ass just a bit.
“Tease,” Sam muttered, nosing at his jawline as he let his hands sweep down Dean’s chest and abs, getting close but not quite touching his cock.
“Look who’s talking,” Dean grumbled back, squirming again as Sam’s cock pressed against his ass. Sam only smirked, dancing his fingertips along the length of Dean’s dick briefly before pulling away. “Hey!”
“Patience,” Sam said playfully, reaching back for the body wash. “Water’s not the best lube, ya know.”
Dean huffed but didn’t refute that, choosing to rub back against him until Sam’s cock was nestled between his legs, nudging his balls. Sam laughed softly, hips hitching forward as his dick found the friction it desperately wanted. “Intercrural, Dean?”
“Dude, did I ask you to talk nerdy to me?” Dean demanded, throwing an irritated glance over his shoulder. “Now hurry up.”
“Oh, you know you love it,” Sam shot back with a grin, squeezing out a handful of body wash and rubbing his hands together. Starting with Dean’s shoulders, he let his hands wash his brother, enjoying the feel of smooth skin under his. He teasingly circled his nipples then stuck one finger in his belly button, earning himself a muffled yelp.
Breathing deeply with his head resting on Sam’s shoulder, Dean asked, “Hey, what is this stuff?”
Sam hesitated, debating on a decent lie, then decided that since Dean seemed to like it, the truth should be okay. “A new body wash I picked up. Lime and mint.”
“Mmmmm, smells good,” Dean murmured, arching into Sam’s touch like a cat demanding affection. “Feels good too.”
“Yeah?” Sam finally let one hand skim down the line of hair on Dean’s tummy and gently grasp his cock. Starting a slow rhythm of strokes, running his thumb over the head on very other pass, he whispered, “That good too?”
Dean shivered, humming agreement low in his throat before it suddenly hitched, cock jerking in Sam’s hand. His voice rapidly climbed the register as he let out a high-pitched squeal and flinched away from the touch, shoving Sam’s hands off him as he stumbled forward. “What the fuck?”
“Huh? Dean, what?” Sam asked, totally confused, then staggered as Dean shouldered him aside and stuck his groin under the shower spray, still keening. Sam’s legs nearly slipped out from under him and he hit the tiled wall hard. “Ow! Dean, what the fuck?”
“Ow ow ow,” Dean moaned, holding himself directly in the spray. Sam couldn’t tell whether the drops on his cheeks were just water or if they included tears. “Dammit Sam!”
“What? What happened?”
“That fucking burns! What the fuck is that stuff?” Dean looked around wildly, spotted the bottle and snatched it up. He read the label, one hand still holding his cock, then raised furious eyes to his brother. “Sam?”
“What?” Sam scratched the back of his neck, feeling a slight blush climb on his cheeks.
“You do that on purpose?” Sam’s confusion must have shown on his face, because Dean glared at him and asked, “You read the directions on this stuff?”
“Uh, no. I think I know how to use a body wash, Dean.”
“Apparently not!” Dean threw the bottle at Sam’s head, where it glanced off his forehead before clattering to the shower floor. “Peppermint oil, Sam! Not for use where the sun don’t shine! Like my dick!”
Ouch. Sam rubbed at the sore spot on his forehead as he picked up the bottle and read the back label. For those “private places” we recommend a quick wash and rinse due to peppermint oil’s cooling effects on the skin. Oh.
Reluctantly raising puppy eyes to Dean, he offered, “Ooops?”
Dean growled. “Great. My dick’s gonna fall off because of your girly shit. Fuckin’ figures. If anyone’s dick is gonna fall off, it should be yours.”
Dean stormed out of the shower and grabbed a towel, roughly scrubbing himself dry. Sam rinsed one last time and shut the water off. “Dean, I’m sorry.” Dean ignored him, stomping out of the bathroom. Sighing, Sam grabbed a towel for himself and followed him out into the bedroom. “Dean, c’mon man. I really didn’t mean to.”
Despite Dean’s body language practically screaming a pained fuck off! Sam approached, reaching out. “Lemme make it up to you.”
“Oh hell no.” Dean flopped down on the bed, towel falling open as he petted his dick like it was a frightened kitten. “It’s okay little guy, I won’t let the bad man hurt you.”
Sam gaped, at a loss for words, his own cock still very interested in his naked brother sitting right there. Too bad said naked brother was very not interested. Good thing they still got two queens, or else Sam would be sleeping on the floor tonight. Heaving a sigh, Sam turned back to the bathroom and shut the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sam blinked sleepily, early morning sunlight illuminating the curtains over the window. Distantly he was aware of Dean, awake and moving around, and considered going back to sleep. Then there was movement on one side of the bed, the mattress depressed under additional weight, and he rolled slightly towards it as Dean climbed on the bed.
Warm hands eased the covers back, drifting over sleep-warm skin, and Sam smiled, arching into it. That touch felt like forgiveness to him. Letting out a contented sigh, Sam rolled on his back and spread his legs, offering. Dean let out a soft chuckle, fingers smoothing over Sam’s ass, spiraling in toward the center and tenderly rubbing.
There was the click of a cap, and Dean’s hand left briefly before it returned, slick and tracing over his hole before gently pressing in. Sam shivered at the cool touch of lube, but it would soon warm up. Friction heats, and Dean’s fingers started to thrust . . .
Wait. It wasn’t warming up. If anything it was getting colder and colder and . . . . . . burning!
Sam squealed in pain, trying to scramble away from his brother who was now pinning him to the bed, fucking freezing cold fingers speared in him.
Dean chuckled darkly in his ear. “Payback’s a bitch, little brother.”
One of the things I love about Wincest is that they're guys, they're sexy, but they're also brothers who love to tease and torment the shit outta each other. Makes things like this way too easy.
Title: So Cold It Burns
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wincest, bit of schmoop, bit of crack
Word count: 2815
Summary: Sam gets a new body wash, but Dean pays the price. "My dick's gonna fall off 'cause of your girly shit."
Beta:
thehighwaywoman, who I teased with this fic for a while before I wrote it.
Notes: The theme song for this fic is Foreigner's "Cold as Ice." *evil grin*
Okay, this is just proof of how everything reminds me of Supernatural and/or sex lately. I got this body wash (they do/did have it in lime, it's just not on the website) and I was thinking about how it would smell really good on a guy. That made me think of shower sex, until I thought about the practical implications of peppermint oil, and my experiences on where not to put it. Thus, this fic. See, it's a good thing I don't own the brothers Winchester or anything Supernatural.
In Sam’s defense, it really wasn’t his fault.
It’s not like he meant to hurt Dean; that was certainly not his intention in buying the thing.
It wasn’t even his fault they went to the mall . . . well, maybe, but it was Dean’s idea and Dean drove, so Sam’s not totally culpable there.
Honestly, it was just an unfortunate accident. It happens.
Sam was two days out of an overnight clinic stay after a black dog hunt went south and he limped out with slashes on his calf and down his back. They had treated the wounds, but not quickly enough to prevent infection, thanks to the filthy claws and teeth. When Sam woke in the middle of the night vomiting and running a high fever, Dean dragged him to an urgent care facility. Twenty-four hours of IV antibiotics and fluids cleared everything up, and Dean managed to ‘liberate’ some new supplies for their first aid kit.
They were leisurely making their way down to Texas for a possible chupacabra, and if Sam noticed that Dean was babying him slightly, neither of them mentioned it. He knew Dean was feeling slightly guilty that he’d not managed to keep Sam from getting hurt while he walked away from the last hunt without a scratch. If that happened to result in meals of his preferred foods, slightly better motel rooms, and quieter music, well, Sam was gonna let him.
So while it may have been for Sam, it was totally Dean’s idea to go to the mall. Well, not the mall exactly; more like the Borders that happened to be attached to the mall, as well as the sporting goods store. Dean may have wanted to indulge Sam, but if he could avoid boring himself while he was at it, so much the better.
After getting lunch in the food court together, Dean headed off toward the possibility of new ammo while Sam wandered in the opposite direction towards the bookstore. One of the stores along the way caught his eye - one of those bath and body places that sold overpriced scented lotions and crèmes and sprays and whatnot.
Jess had loved that stuff: she had dragged him in there more than once to get his opinion on different scents and giggle over his total bewilderment at the sheer variety of stuff. Between those memories and the fact that Dean would rag on him for being a woman for weeks if he ever caught him in there, normally Sam avoided those places like the plague.
This time, though, Sam paused. The antibiotics had cleared the infection, but had also left him with severely dry skin that itched terribly. His face was the worst; shaving felt like he was scouring his flesh with sandpaper. The standard issue bottles of generic shower gel at the motels only made it worse, and Sam was getting very sick of the greasy feel and thick chemical smell of cheap lotion on his hands.
Maybe he could find something that didn’t smell too girly. Even if it did stink like flowers and aloe or some shit like that, with the miasma rising off Dean these days, it could only be an improvement. Between the perpetual stink of old fast food grease, gasoline, sweat, mud, and unwashed bodies ground into the seats of the Impala, and the fact that Dean just had two huge burritos with extra onions for lunch, Sam’s nose needed a break.
He hesitated, glancing in the direction Dean had gone. God forbid Dean ever found out about this, or that Sam was even considering it. The mocking would be merciless. If he was going to do this, he had to make it quick.
Taking a deep breath, Sam entered the store.
It was just as baffling as ever. Not the layout - no, everything was arranged and labeled and displayed enticingly. Just the fact that there were so many scents and combinations and people actually paid for this stuff. Sam eyed one display in askance - what was the difference between cherry and Japanese cherry blossom? Or body spray versus cologne versus eau de toilette, for that matter? Seriously, 5 separate types of lotion was rather ridiculous.
Glancing around, he saw a small sign tucked towards the back - Men’s Skin Care. Oh good, maybe they had something useful back there, and not flowery. Pine wouldn’t be too bad, as long as he didn’t smell like a truck stop air freshener. Sidestepping a group of girls comparing lip glosses, he perused the shelves.
Shave lotion, aftershave, aftershave lotion, facial cream, hair cream, body wash, body buffer, body scrub, body crème . . . Who uses this stuff? Sam shook his head. And Dean called him girly. At least he wasn’t so fussy he had to use a $10 bottle of shaving lotion that smelled like clear water.
A line of green tubes caught his eye and he picked one up. Mentha with vitamin A and D. Huh. Body wash with peppermint oil. That might not be too bad. Popping the cap, he took a tentative sniff. Nice, actually.
They even had varieties on this one, though. There was straight mint, then ones with fruit. Who thinks of this stuff? Honestly. Still, Sam was curious enough to smell them. Raspberry mint made him wrinkle his nose, lemon mint reminded him of bathroom cleaner, and orange mint was only okay. Lime though - he took another whiff. Lime and mint actually smelled really good.
“That’s a great product,” a smiling salesgirl came up next to him. “Really wakes you up in the morning. I like the raspberry myself. And it’s on sale today.”
“Really?” Sam checked the price and hid a wince. Twelve freakin’ bucks for body wash?! “What’s the sale?”
“Half off, so you can get two for the price of one. Seriously, with this heat, I’ve been stocking up.” She picked up a bottle herself. “This has 1% peppermint oil in it, so it really cools your skin down. Great for after a sunburn. And the body cream has shea butter in it, which moisturizes.”
“Huh.” Sam looked at the bottle in his hand, debating. Texas in August, hunting dusty back roads for a chupacabra. Those kinds of hunts left him feeling sweaty and grimy for days. Maybe . . .
Ten minutes later he was striding away from the store, heading determinedly towards the bookstore, newly-purchased bottle wrapped in a plastic bag and tucked half-hidden under his arm. He just had to make sure he bought at least one book before Dean came to find him and hide this in the bag. Dean may have been babying him lately, but that didn’t mean he still couldn’t be an annoying prick.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That night they stumbled into the motel room late after a dinner of hot wings and beer at a bar, followed by a few games of pool. Sam kicked off his shoes at the foot of the motel bed and stretched, sighing in relief as his back popped. Dean immediately headed for the AC unit under the window, cranking it up. The thing hummed, whirred, then with a pop and disgruntled wheeze started blowing air which in minutes chilled to icy.
“Dibs on the shower,” Sam said, pulling off his sticky shirt with a grimace. One stupid drunken idiot had shoved his equally drunk friend, resulting in a nearly-full beer dumped down Sam’s back as he lined up a pool shot. Dean hadn’t let him sit back in the Impala, not wanting to scrub stale beer off the upholstery.
“Just don’t hog all the hot water,” Dean replied, stripping off his own shirt and rummaging through his duffle bag for something clean to wear.
Sam gathered his kit and headed for the bathroom, throwing a smirk in his brother’s direction. “Wouldn’t be a problem if you joined me. In the interest of water conservation and all.”
Dean arched an eyebrow. “Dude, did that pick-up line work in college? ‘Cause it was pretty lame. Although I could see some hippie environmentalist going for it . . .”
Sam rolled his eyes in response and ducked into the bathroom, but didn’t close the door all the way. Open invitation. Which he had no doubt Dean would take him up on - it was just a matter of how long.
For once they’d gotten a motel room that not only had hot water and decent pressure, it was also tall enough that Sam didn’t have to nearly crouch under the showerhead. Sam stood under the spray for a couple minutes, just letting the water rinse over him and wash the day away. He had to shampoo his hair twice before it felt like all the beer was out; he was in the middle of scrubbing through his hair the second time when Dean finally joined him.
Wordlessly Sam stepped back and let Dean into the spray, then placed a light kiss on the wet freckled shoulder. Dean smirked at him, arching his neck to get his full head wet before demanding the shampoo. It was always like this when they showered together - business first, then playtime. Didn’t mean they didn’t grope each other the whole time, just that things never got seriously heated until at least hair was washed. Sam just accepted it as one of Dean’s weird quirks and followed suit.
Dean stepped aside to let Sam under the water, purposely rubbing his body against him as they switched. Sam ran one hand over his chest to wash the bubbles off and let the other sneak around Dean’s waist to his ass. Dean stepped closer, slick skin on skin, hands lightly traveling over the rivulets of water running over warm skin as he leaned in for a kiss.
Sam liked it like this - slow and warm and wet, nothing else to do and all the time to do it in. Lips moving together, sharing breath, hands caressing and petting, pressing close, every inch known but all the more desirable for it. It was how they worked together, always had. Not gentle, exactly, but exactly what they needed.
Dean’s hand drifted down to Sam’s dick as he licked down his neck, planting a sucking kiss over his collarbone. Sam groaned, arching into Dean’s touch as he expertly gripped and stroked. This was nice, but he didn’t want to come yet. Not like this. Dean had been taking care of him for days; now it was Sam’s turn.
Sam gripped Dean’s wrist, stopping his movement and earning himself a quizzical look. Lowering his head, Sam murmured, “Turn around.” Dean hesitated for only a second, then turned and leaned back against Sam’s chest, wiggling his ass just a bit.
“Tease,” Sam muttered, nosing at his jawline as he let his hands sweep down Dean’s chest and abs, getting close but not quite touching his cock.
“Look who’s talking,” Dean grumbled back, squirming again as Sam’s cock pressed against his ass. Sam only smirked, dancing his fingertips along the length of Dean’s dick briefly before pulling away. “Hey!”
“Patience,” Sam said playfully, reaching back for the body wash. “Water’s not the best lube, ya know.”
Dean huffed but didn’t refute that, choosing to rub back against him until Sam’s cock was nestled between his legs, nudging his balls. Sam laughed softly, hips hitching forward as his dick found the friction it desperately wanted. “Intercrural, Dean?”
“Dude, did I ask you to talk nerdy to me?” Dean demanded, throwing an irritated glance over his shoulder. “Now hurry up.”
“Oh, you know you love it,” Sam shot back with a grin, squeezing out a handful of body wash and rubbing his hands together. Starting with Dean’s shoulders, he let his hands wash his brother, enjoying the feel of smooth skin under his. He teasingly circled his nipples then stuck one finger in his belly button, earning himself a muffled yelp.
Breathing deeply with his head resting on Sam’s shoulder, Dean asked, “Hey, what is this stuff?”
Sam hesitated, debating on a decent lie, then decided that since Dean seemed to like it, the truth should be okay. “A new body wash I picked up. Lime and mint.”
“Mmmmm, smells good,” Dean murmured, arching into Sam’s touch like a cat demanding affection. “Feels good too.”
“Yeah?” Sam finally let one hand skim down the line of hair on Dean’s tummy and gently grasp his cock. Starting a slow rhythm of strokes, running his thumb over the head on very other pass, he whispered, “That good too?”
Dean shivered, humming agreement low in his throat before it suddenly hitched, cock jerking in Sam’s hand. His voice rapidly climbed the register as he let out a high-pitched squeal and flinched away from the touch, shoving Sam’s hands off him as he stumbled forward. “What the fuck?”
“Huh? Dean, what?” Sam asked, totally confused, then staggered as Dean shouldered him aside and stuck his groin under the shower spray, still keening. Sam’s legs nearly slipped out from under him and he hit the tiled wall hard. “Ow! Dean, what the fuck?”
“Ow ow ow,” Dean moaned, holding himself directly in the spray. Sam couldn’t tell whether the drops on his cheeks were just water or if they included tears. “Dammit Sam!”
“What? What happened?”
“That fucking burns! What the fuck is that stuff?” Dean looked around wildly, spotted the bottle and snatched it up. He read the label, one hand still holding his cock, then raised furious eyes to his brother. “Sam?”
“What?” Sam scratched the back of his neck, feeling a slight blush climb on his cheeks.
“You do that on purpose?” Sam’s confusion must have shown on his face, because Dean glared at him and asked, “You read the directions on this stuff?”
“Uh, no. I think I know how to use a body wash, Dean.”
“Apparently not!” Dean threw the bottle at Sam’s head, where it glanced off his forehead before clattering to the shower floor. “Peppermint oil, Sam! Not for use where the sun don’t shine! Like my dick!”
Ouch. Sam rubbed at the sore spot on his forehead as he picked up the bottle and read the back label. For those “private places” we recommend a quick wash and rinse due to peppermint oil’s cooling effects on the skin. Oh.
Reluctantly raising puppy eyes to Dean, he offered, “Ooops?”
Dean growled. “Great. My dick’s gonna fall off because of your girly shit. Fuckin’ figures. If anyone’s dick is gonna fall off, it should be yours.”
Dean stormed out of the shower and grabbed a towel, roughly scrubbing himself dry. Sam rinsed one last time and shut the water off. “Dean, I’m sorry.” Dean ignored him, stomping out of the bathroom. Sighing, Sam grabbed a towel for himself and followed him out into the bedroom. “Dean, c’mon man. I really didn’t mean to.”
Despite Dean’s body language practically screaming a pained fuck off! Sam approached, reaching out. “Lemme make it up to you.”
“Oh hell no.” Dean flopped down on the bed, towel falling open as he petted his dick like it was a frightened kitten. “It’s okay little guy, I won’t let the bad man hurt you.”
Sam gaped, at a loss for words, his own cock still very interested in his naked brother sitting right there. Too bad said naked brother was very not interested. Good thing they still got two queens, or else Sam would be sleeping on the floor tonight. Heaving a sigh, Sam turned back to the bathroom and shut the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sam blinked sleepily, early morning sunlight illuminating the curtains over the window. Distantly he was aware of Dean, awake and moving around, and considered going back to sleep. Then there was movement on one side of the bed, the mattress depressed under additional weight, and he rolled slightly towards it as Dean climbed on the bed.
Warm hands eased the covers back, drifting over sleep-warm skin, and Sam smiled, arching into it. That touch felt like forgiveness to him. Letting out a contented sigh, Sam rolled on his back and spread his legs, offering. Dean let out a soft chuckle, fingers smoothing over Sam’s ass, spiraling in toward the center and tenderly rubbing.
There was the click of a cap, and Dean’s hand left briefly before it returned, slick and tracing over his hole before gently pressing in. Sam shivered at the cool touch of lube, but it would soon warm up. Friction heats, and Dean’s fingers started to thrust . . .
Wait. It wasn’t warming up. If anything it was getting colder and colder and . . . . . . burning!
Sam squealed in pain, trying to scramble away from his brother who was now pinning him to the bed, fucking freezing cold fingers speared in him.
Dean chuckled darkly in his ear. “Payback’s a bitch, little brother.”