Just another night R
Title: Just Another Night
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Author: littleslasher09
Rating: R
Summary: Two teenage boy, trapped in a car on a long road trip, what else can they do when raging hormones decide to kick in?
Warning: Wee!cest, Sammy is 15, Dean in 19
Disclaimer: If only I own SPN, there would be no costume department, (who needs one when theres no costume? ^_^) and a whole lot more boy kissing but sadly no, SPN belongs to the amazing Eric Kripke and the CW.
Author's Note: un-beta'd, all mistakes are my fault, I have been told I have bad grammer, please point it out to me (nicely) and I will be sure to fix it! :)
John, Dean and Sam had just finished hunting a so call Big-Foot, but it had turned out that it was a gigantic and extremely hairy man who was at his cabin in the woods for a getaway and…well… was skinny dipping, obviously thinking that no-one was able to see him. He actually was a nice guy. After john and he talked for a bit they decided that they better be heading off. Bobby had given them a heads up on a vampire nest in Ohio and it was going to be a bloody long drive.
“You boys okay back there? You haven’t bickered or thrown the other out the car yet, I’m worried.” John snickered, peering over his shoulder at his two sons sitting in the back seat of the impala.
“Yes sir, we’re fine, I don’t know about Sam but I’m just tired.” Dean said pulling up the blanket that was stretched over them both.
Sam pulled back at it as it slowly got dragged off him. Dean nudged his brother.
“Uh - yeah dad, I’m just really tired.” Sam stammered.
“What are you doing back there?” john casually asked.
“Just drawing a few things, you know, passing time” Sam replied, flicking through his pocket size note pad with horrible little drawings on it. He hadn’t had much light to be able to see, but hey it was better then picking a fight with dad.
“Wake me up if you want to me to drive” Dean smiled, before settling his back on the door and throwing his legs up over Sam.
Sam huffed looking at his brother, “d-Dean, what are you… come on that’s not fair!”
“Deal with it.”
Then Dean did something beyond cruel. He maneuvered his heel to the perfect position between Sam’s legs and began rubbing it ever so gently.
“Nguh!” Sam gasped trying to cover it by coughing and then held his arm over his mouth to muffle any other sounds that were bound to come pouring out.
Sam looked at Dean, whose eyes were wild; he saw Dean’s lips mouth “shhhh”
Sam grabbed the little note pad and scribbled something on it and chucked it to Dean.
What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Dad’s right there!
Dean chuckle quietly, still grazing his heel vindictively over his little brothers’ jeans. He grabbed the pen that was being clutched tightly in his brothers huge hands, scribbled something and tossed it back to his brother, who at this point had his head lolled back with his eyes shut, trying to keep himself in one piece.
When Sam felt the not pad hit his stomach he groaned, almost silently and opened his eyes and read:
What? If you’re quiet, it could be fun. Plus, I just love seeing you lose it every so often.
Sam shot Dean a warning look, the don’t-fuck-with-me look.
Dean reached forward and stole the note pad back, pushing his foot down a bit making Sam’s back arch up.
Dean finished his little note and threw it back.
Come on, I haven’t had any touch in like 3 days! And im fairly sure last time I had you under me, you were BEGGING me not to stop, what happened to that?
Sam huffed, of course, 3 days was a big deal for Dean. They had only started this sick love situation on Sam’s 15th birthday. Dean gave him a REAL good birthday present, and yes, now that Sam thought back to his very favorite memory he did beg and plea Dean never to stop, but this was ridiculous (course leave it to Sam to use big words when all of his blood is quickly heading south.) they couldn’t do this, not with dad in front, less then a yard away.
He didn’t want to admit it but when Dean could feel Sam rocking his hips upward into his friction he knew he’d won. Dean rolled his head back and rested against the cool glass when suddenly john piped up.
“Sam…” he whispered “is Dean asleep?”
Sam was trying not to curse or give anything away so with all the control he could muster and muttered something along the lines of “yeah dad… ngh…hes out of it”
John nodded and turned the radio up a bit louder, knowing that Dean was a heavy sleeper.
Hearing the radio increase in volume made Sam feel a bit safer, maybe he wouldn’t have an aneurysm from holding his breath or something.
Dean continued massaging his brothers crotch, using heavier motions causing Sam’s hips to buck up more obviously. Sam rolled his head around to look at his brother who was licking his lips and staring at him with the most intense lust he had seen, well since his birthday.
Dean was nodding his head and his lips were pulled into a full smile. Repeatedly mouthing “come on, come on”
Yellow and black shadows dancing over his face and occasionally illuminating his eyes from the street lights that the car was passing made Sam stare at his brother in awe.
Sam pulled the blanket up and pushed it into this mouth, trying to hold off any sound that was guaranteed to pour out.
Dean knew how far-gone Sam was, and it wasn’t gonna be long until he let go.
“Hey dad, where are we?” Dean perked up, giving their father the distraction Sam needed so badly.
As Dean’s foot got faster and faster, Sam got closer to the edge and it didn’t take long before he was free-falling into ecstasy.
Sam threw his arm over his mouth and sunk his teeth in unsuccessfully blocking out the growl and almost primal sound that came from Sam’s throat.
Dean knew how cruel this scheme was when he heard Sam begin to lose it, Dean started coughing.
Sam let go, still biting into his arm and came right then and there.
“Whoa, Dean are you okay?” john asked.
“Yeah dad, I just got something caught in my throat.”
Sam was breathing heavily and his head was lolled backward, trying to re-gain whatever he had just lost.
The car rolled to a stop and they pulled up at a gas station.
“okay boys quick pit stop, 15 minutes and then we’re off again.” John said before disappearing into the store.
“I fucking hate you!” Sam yelled throwing a pathetic fist towards his brother’s chest.
“Heh, no you don’t Sammy, you love it!” dean leaned forward and kiss Sam's mouth with his.
After releasing Sam didn’t bother to reply; instead he lifted dean’s feet off him and got out of the car.
Dean watched as Sam went to the boot of the car and got some new pants out.
Sam came out of the bathroom stall after changing into clean pants, tucked his sullied ones in his duffle bag and when he sat in the car, John looked at him strangely.
“Sam, you look different. Did you get changed or something” John asked still eying him weirdly.
“No dad, I was in these the before” Sam shrugged and smiled.
Sam wanted to kill dean, who was laughing hysterically in silence next to him.
Fucking bastard.
THE END
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Author: littleslasher09
Rating: R
Summary: Two teenage boy, trapped in a car on a long road trip, what else can they do when raging hormones decide to kick in?
Warning: Wee!cest, Sammy is 15, Dean in 19
Disclaimer: If only I own SPN, there would be no costume department, (who needs one when theres no costume? ^_^) and a whole lot more boy kissing but sadly no, SPN belongs to the amazing Eric Kripke and the CW.
Author's Note: un-beta'd, all mistakes are my fault, I have been told I have bad grammer, please point it out to me (nicely) and I will be sure to fix it! :)
John, Dean and Sam had just finished hunting a so call Big-Foot, but it had turned out that it was a gigantic and extremely hairy man who was at his cabin in the woods for a getaway and…well… was skinny dipping, obviously thinking that no-one was able to see him. He actually was a nice guy. After john and he talked for a bit they decided that they better be heading off. Bobby had given them a heads up on a vampire nest in Ohio and it was going to be a bloody long drive.
“You boys okay back there? You haven’t bickered or thrown the other out the car yet, I’m worried.” John snickered, peering over his shoulder at his two sons sitting in the back seat of the impala.
“Yes sir, we’re fine, I don’t know about Sam but I’m just tired.” Dean said pulling up the blanket that was stretched over them both.
Sam pulled back at it as it slowly got dragged off him. Dean nudged his brother.
“Uh - yeah dad, I’m just really tired.” Sam stammered.
“What are you doing back there?” john casually asked.
“Just drawing a few things, you know, passing time” Sam replied, flicking through his pocket size note pad with horrible little drawings on it. He hadn’t had much light to be able to see, but hey it was better then picking a fight with dad.
“Wake me up if you want to me to drive” Dean smiled, before settling his back on the door and throwing his legs up over Sam.
Sam huffed looking at his brother, “d-Dean, what are you… come on that’s not fair!”
“Deal with it.”
Then Dean did something beyond cruel. He maneuvered his heel to the perfect position between Sam’s legs and began rubbing it ever so gently.
“Nguh!” Sam gasped trying to cover it by coughing and then held his arm over his mouth to muffle any other sounds that were bound to come pouring out.
Sam looked at Dean, whose eyes were wild; he saw Dean’s lips mouth “shhhh”
Sam grabbed the little note pad and scribbled something on it and chucked it to Dean.
What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Dad’s right there!
Dean chuckle quietly, still grazing his heel vindictively over his little brothers’ jeans. He grabbed the pen that was being clutched tightly in his brothers huge hands, scribbled something and tossed it back to his brother, who at this point had his head lolled back with his eyes shut, trying to keep himself in one piece.
When Sam felt the not pad hit his stomach he groaned, almost silently and opened his eyes and read:
What? If you’re quiet, it could be fun. Plus, I just love seeing you lose it every so often.
Sam shot Dean a warning look, the don’t-fuck-with-me look.
Dean reached forward and stole the note pad back, pushing his foot down a bit making Sam’s back arch up.
Dean finished his little note and threw it back.
Come on, I haven’t had any touch in like 3 days! And im fairly sure last time I had you under me, you were BEGGING me not to stop, what happened to that?
Sam huffed, of course, 3 days was a big deal for Dean. They had only started this sick love situation on Sam’s 15th birthday. Dean gave him a REAL good birthday present, and yes, now that Sam thought back to his very favorite memory he did beg and plea Dean never to stop, but this was ridiculous (course leave it to Sam to use big words when all of his blood is quickly heading south.) they couldn’t do this, not with dad in front, less then a yard away.
He didn’t want to admit it but when Dean could feel Sam rocking his hips upward into his friction he knew he’d won. Dean rolled his head back and rested against the cool glass when suddenly john piped up.
“Sam…” he whispered “is Dean asleep?”
Sam was trying not to curse or give anything away so with all the control he could muster and muttered something along the lines of “yeah dad… ngh…hes out of it”
John nodded and turned the radio up a bit louder, knowing that Dean was a heavy sleeper.
Hearing the radio increase in volume made Sam feel a bit safer, maybe he wouldn’t have an aneurysm from holding his breath or something.
Dean continued massaging his brothers crotch, using heavier motions causing Sam’s hips to buck up more obviously. Sam rolled his head around to look at his brother who was licking his lips and staring at him with the most intense lust he had seen, well since his birthday.
Dean was nodding his head and his lips were pulled into a full smile. Repeatedly mouthing “come on, come on”
Yellow and black shadows dancing over his face and occasionally illuminating his eyes from the street lights that the car was passing made Sam stare at his brother in awe.
Sam pulled the blanket up and pushed it into this mouth, trying to hold off any sound that was guaranteed to pour out.
Dean knew how far-gone Sam was, and it wasn’t gonna be long until he let go.
“Hey dad, where are we?” Dean perked up, giving their father the distraction Sam needed so badly.
As Dean’s foot got faster and faster, Sam got closer to the edge and it didn’t take long before he was free-falling into ecstasy.
Sam threw his arm over his mouth and sunk his teeth in unsuccessfully blocking out the growl and almost primal sound that came from Sam’s throat.
Dean knew how cruel this scheme was when he heard Sam begin to lose it, Dean started coughing.
Sam let go, still biting into his arm and came right then and there.
“Whoa, Dean are you okay?” john asked.
“Yeah dad, I just got something caught in my throat.”
Sam was breathing heavily and his head was lolled backward, trying to re-gain whatever he had just lost.
The car rolled to a stop and they pulled up at a gas station.
“okay boys quick pit stop, 15 minutes and then we’re off again.” John said before disappearing into the store.
“I fucking hate you!” Sam yelled throwing a pathetic fist towards his brother’s chest.
“Heh, no you don’t Sammy, you love it!” dean leaned forward and kiss Sam's mouth with his.
After releasing Sam didn’t bother to reply; instead he lifted dean’s feet off him and got out of the car.
Dean watched as Sam went to the boot of the car and got some new pants out.
Sam came out of the bathroom stall after changing into clean pants, tucked his sullied ones in his duffle bag and when he sat in the car, John looked at him strangely.
“Sam, you look different. Did you get changed or something” John asked still eying him weirdly.
“No dad, I was in these the before” Sam shrugged and smiled.
Sam wanted to kill dean, who was laughing hysterically in silence next to him.
Fucking bastard.
THE END