SPN/CW RPF FREE-FOR-ALL DIRTY PORN MEME!

[obstinatrix]

Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the

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[whit_merule]

He still wasn't sure about this. It was weird. Was it weird? Okay, sure, so he and Dean had... had for a while... a while back... and there had been that one time with Castiel in Blue Earth, but everyone knew it didn't count if you were both smashed, and... but Castiel and Dean had this stupid profound bond thing, and Sam was used to being on the outside, he was fine with it, okay, why did they keep...

"Don't think about it, Sam," Castiel growled, soft and irresistible in his ear.

The voice shot like liquid chocolate to the base of Sam's spine, and his hips arched up off the sofa without his permission. Castiel's teeth snagged against his throat, a sharp thrill of warning, and Sam dug his fingers into the arms of the sofa so hard he could feel it creak.

"Leave your eyes closed," Castiel mused. "You think too much with them open."

Sam felt the heat and the weight of him shift across his legs, leaning back, but the husky purr of his brother's voice so close still came as a shock. "Can't stop this one thinking, Cas. Should know that by now, man."

"And it seems I can't make you stay where you're told." Sam could feel the deep gravel vibration of that voice right across his bare thighs where he was pressed in tight, could almost feel the quiver of it in the sensitive flesh right nearby, just where he wasn't being touched, just where Castiel's hands kept promising and never delivering.

Dean chuckled, deep and rich. "Yeah, well, you know me, hot stuff." There was a pause, minute, a shift of air and the ripple of a sigh. "I like to touch."

Sam's eyes flew open.

[whit_merule]

Dean's eyes glinted at him over Castiel's shoulder, just the shade of a smirk. He was looming behind the angel, framing him, bare chest pressing against bare back, and the hands that Sam remembered really really well (okay, so he saw them every day, but Dean in bed was a different animal altogether) were running their tantalising course over the angel's sides, down the sharp cut of his hip, up over his belly just skimming over the first few hairs down there, dancing light and knowledgeable down over his thigh. Brushing where it was pressed against Sam's.

Castiel's eyes were pressed shut, like he didn't trust himself to stay human, to stay grounded, not to burn a hole in the ceiling and the fabric of their petty human reality if he opened them. Like they were a window onto the centre of him, and Dean's hands could reach right into the centre of that and twist.

Sam knew the feeling.

"Sam," Castiel rumbled, all broken up and dropped impossibly down another half octave and damn that was hot. "You opened your eyes, didn't you?"

It was all dire and stern with frustration, and Sam grinned right back at Dean and leaned forward in the chair to cup his hands over Castiel's knees, run them up his thighs to meet Dean's, nuzzle his mouth open and hot into the angel's neck. "Yeah, Cas. Yeah, I did. Got a problem with it?"

Screw thinking. These guys were his. This was theirs.

Castiel's throat shivered under his mouth. Then the angel was moving, brutal and efficient and irresistibly strong, shoving Sam's arms aside and pushing him up the back of the chair so it stung hot and lifting him straight from the hips so Sam's stupidly awkward long legs were crammed into the space between Castiel and the chair and Dean's knees, and then somehow he was sitting across Castiel, and Sam was so past trying to work out just how the holy hell he'd done that because, fuck, the scrawny impossible little guy with the trench coat and the eyes that held the universe had just manhandled him like he was some kind of toy.

Going by the way Sam growled and shoved right back down into the hands splayed across his hips and the throb of Castiel's hunger underneath his thighs, Sam was pretty okay with that.

"No," Castiel said, in that deadly serious way, eyes open and bright and locked on Sam like he held the answer to everything. "No problem. Just a suggestion."

... Okay. This was probably going to be the most awkwardly positioned fuck ever. Especially given the way Dean's eyes had gone all hot and dark and he was kissing his way down Castiel's arching spine with intent. And the way Castiel's hands barely had room to move where they were creeping in to spread Sam open. And the way Sam was kind of awkwardly perched with one leg splayed out wide over the arm of the chair and the other one sort of awkwardly crooked up and jammed into Dean's shoulder.

He was pretty sure he didn't care.

"I like your suggestions," he grinned breathlessly, and lost the end of it on a moan at the tug and shove of slick, determined fingers, and the way Castiel's breath went all ragged and wet when Dean reached his goal.

Sam tipped back his head onto the top of the sofa and just rolled with it.

[ephemerall]

holy sweet jesus that was so fucking hot. I love you.

[whit_merule]

Yay!

[dazedrose]

Hot fucking damn!

[whit_merule]

Implied rimming = implied hugs? :)

[dazedrose]

[etoile_etiolee]

Loved it!!!
<3

[whit_merule]

Thanks. :)

[lady_drace]

I have no idea how that went down logistically, but IDGAF. Hot! GUH!

[whit_merule]

If we can't hand-wave logistics with angel mojo, when CAN we hand-wave it! :)

[yellowladyrose]

Fuck! Ok you've got to expand on this one!

[whit_merule]

I think it's pretty obvious where they're going to go from here - let imagination provide! :)