Wincest Fic, NC-17, Say Anything
OMFGZ! I wrote wincest? Yar I did.
Title: Say Anything.
Author:
oceanicair815
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything about this fic whatsoever. It’s owned by whoever owns it, which I’m guessing is Brian Kripke and the CW.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Summary: Wincest, Phonecest.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: Okay, so this fic was written purely because I was bored, but I actually quite like it. Oh, and it’s very short.
Beta: The lovely
godamnarmsrace , baby.
Sam bounded into the living room, grabbed the phone on its fourth ring and placed the receiver to his ear. His hair was in the way, and he pushed it away hastily.
“Hello?” he asked, catching his breath. He could practically feel the smile at the other end of the line.
“Hey, little brother,” came the cool, calm, so fucking goddamn collected voice down the line.
Sam was silent.
Dean sounded panicked, “Don’t tell me you forgot about me already!? Jesus Sammy, it’s only been like, two weeks since I last spoke to you.”
Sam shook his head.
“Dumbass,” he muttered into the phone. “I haven’t forgotten about you. I’d just… I don’t wanna speak to you right now, or ever even.”
“You don’t want to speak to me, huh? So you’re still fucking angry about that? Like I said, it was two weeks ago, I think you should be over it by now. I love ya Sammy, but you fucking grudge like a bitch.”
Sam’s brow furrowed, “I grudge like a bitch?”
Dean nodded, gripping the phone tighter. “Aye.”
Sam had to laugh, “So, let me get this straight. I ‘grudge like a bitch’ and you just said ‘aye’?”
“I did? Jesus Christ, Jonny Depp really got me good, huh?”
“I guess so. But that’s not the point. The point is you really hurt me Dean, and I really don’t want to talk to you. Especially after the ‘grudge like a bitch’ line.”
“Okay, then let me make it up to you?”
“I don’t think...”
“What are you wearing Sammy?” Even as the words escaped his brother’s lips, Sam had to stifle a laugh.
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You did not just say ‘what am I wearing?’. What are you, like twelve?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
Sam shook his head, a smile still upon his lips. “Nothing, I guess. It’s just, you asked me dude. You got a second line I don’t know about buddy?”
“No. What are you wearing?”
Sam took the phone from his ear for a second, and quickly glanced around the house. “Sarah?!” he shouted, with no reply. She must be out. He brought the receiver back to his ear.
“Um, my jeans and a t-shirt?”
Dean rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, “Have you done this before?”
“Let me think, Dean. Have I ever had phone sex with my brother? No!”
Dean laughed at that, “Um, you missed something out.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep. Have you ever had phone sex with your amazingly hot brother, who right now has his hand on his dick?”
Sam felt his eyes widen a little, and he also felt the slight twinge in his pants. “You do?”
“Aye.”
“Stop saying ‘aye’, you’re not a fucking pirate Dean! Whatever, um, what are you wearing?”
Dean smiled, “My skin.”
“You mean... you’re not wearing anything else?”
Dean shook his head, “No, ma’am.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Like, no kidding?”
“For god’s sake Dude, I’m naked. Can we move on?!”
Sam nodded, “Okay. What do I do? I’m guessing I get naked too?”
“You don’t have to but you do have to play along for this to work.”
Sam nodded again, even though Dean couldn’t see him. “Okay. So what do you want me to do?” He sat down on the sofa, not entirely comfortable with the situation. Still, his cock was twitching ‘like a bitch’.
Dean gripped his dick a little tighter, shifting on the bed. “Get down on your knees.”
“Okay, I’m on my knees.”
Twinge.
“My dick is right in front of you. What do you want to do with it, Sammy?”
Twinge.
“Um, put it in my mouth?”
Twinge. Twinge. Twinge.
Gripping the phone a little tighter, Sam used his left hand to reach down to his belt. He unbuckled it smoothly, and slid his hand inside his pants.
On the other end of the line, Dean began pumping his cock into his closed fist.
“Oh yeah, you wanna put it in your mouth Sammy?”
“Yeah I just said that.”
“Sammy?” Dean asked seriously.
“Okay, okay,” Sammy said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll play. Yeah, I wanna put it in my mouth. Now it’s in my mouth, and, god, Dean, you taste like crap.”
“What the fuck man, I do not taste like crap.”
“I was just kidding.”
“I bet I taste really nice,” Dean muttered, a little off beat.
“Yeah, you do. Okay, I got your dick in one hand, and I’ve got my dick with the other.”
“Yeah? Am I making you hard?”
“Yeah,” Sammy muttered, fisting his slowly hardening cock. “Fuck yeah.”
“And what are you doing to my dick?”
“It’s in my mouth again, and I’m sucking it, and it tastes real good.
A moan.
And my tongue is licking the slit at the top of your cock.”
Another moan.
“Oh yeah, Sammy. You keep doing that.” Dean started fisting his cock harder, pre come building at the tip. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
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“Sammy? Sammy?” Dean asked, with no response. “Shit!”
Title: Say Anything.
Author:
oceanicair815
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything about this fic whatsoever. It’s owned by whoever owns it, which I’m guessing is Brian Kripke and the CW.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Summary: Wincest, Phonecest.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: Okay, so this fic was written purely because I was bored, but I actually quite like it. Oh, and it’s very short.
Beta: The lovely
godamnarmsrace , baby.
Sam bounded into the living room, grabbed the phone on its fourth ring and placed the receiver to his ear. His hair was in the way, and he pushed it away hastily.
“Hello?” he asked, catching his breath. He could practically feel the smile at the other end of the line.
“Hey, little brother,” came the cool, calm, so fucking goddamn collected voice down the line.
Sam was silent.
Dean sounded panicked, “Don’t tell me you forgot about me already!? Jesus Sammy, it’s only been like, two weeks since I last spoke to you.”
Sam shook his head.
“Dumbass,” he muttered into the phone. “I haven’t forgotten about you. I’d just… I don’t wanna speak to you right now, or ever even.”
“You don’t want to speak to me, huh? So you’re still fucking angry about that? Like I said, it was two weeks ago, I think you should be over it by now. I love ya Sammy, but you fucking grudge like a bitch.”
Sam’s brow furrowed, “I grudge like a bitch?”
Dean nodded, gripping the phone tighter. “Aye.”
Sam had to laugh, “So, let me get this straight. I ‘grudge like a bitch’ and you just said ‘aye’?”
“I did? Jesus Christ, Jonny Depp really got me good, huh?”
“I guess so. But that’s not the point. The point is you really hurt me Dean, and I really don’t want to talk to you. Especially after the ‘grudge like a bitch’ line.”
“Okay, then let me make it up to you?”
“I don’t think...”
“What are you wearing Sammy?” Even as the words escaped his brother’s lips, Sam had to stifle a laugh.
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You did not just say ‘what am I wearing?’. What are you, like twelve?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
Sam shook his head, a smile still upon his lips. “Nothing, I guess. It’s just, you asked me dude. You got a second line I don’t know about buddy?”
“No. What are you wearing?”
Sam took the phone from his ear for a second, and quickly glanced around the house. “Sarah?!” he shouted, with no reply. She must be out. He brought the receiver back to his ear.
“Um, my jeans and a t-shirt?”
Dean rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, “Have you done this before?”
“Let me think, Dean. Have I ever had phone sex with my brother? No!”
Dean laughed at that, “Um, you missed something out.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep. Have you ever had phone sex with your amazingly hot brother, who right now has his hand on his dick?”
Sam felt his eyes widen a little, and he also felt the slight twinge in his pants. “You do?”
“Aye.”
“Stop saying ‘aye’, you’re not a fucking pirate Dean! Whatever, um, what are you wearing?”
Dean smiled, “My skin.”
“You mean... you’re not wearing anything else?”
Dean shook his head, “No, ma’am.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Like, no kidding?”
“For god’s sake Dude, I’m naked. Can we move on?!”
Sam nodded, “Okay. What do I do? I’m guessing I get naked too?”
“You don’t have to but you do have to play along for this to work.”
Sam nodded again, even though Dean couldn’t see him. “Okay. So what do you want me to do?” He sat down on the sofa, not entirely comfortable with the situation. Still, his cock was twitching ‘like a bitch’.
Dean gripped his dick a little tighter, shifting on the bed. “Get down on your knees.”
“Okay, I’m on my knees.”
Twinge.
“My dick is right in front of you. What do you want to do with it, Sammy?”
Twinge.
“Um, put it in my mouth?”
Twinge. Twinge. Twinge.
Gripping the phone a little tighter, Sam used his left hand to reach down to his belt. He unbuckled it smoothly, and slid his hand inside his pants.
On the other end of the line, Dean began pumping his cock into his closed fist.
“Oh yeah, you wanna put it in your mouth Sammy?”
“Yeah I just said that.”
“Sammy?” Dean asked seriously.
“Okay, okay,” Sammy said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll play. Yeah, I wanna put it in my mouth. Now it’s in my mouth, and, god, Dean, you taste like crap.”
“What the fuck man, I do not taste like crap.”
“I was just kidding.”
“I bet I taste really nice,” Dean muttered, a little off beat.
“Yeah, you do. Okay, I got your dick in one hand, and I’ve got my dick with the other.”
“Yeah? Am I making you hard?”
“Yeah,” Sammy muttered, fisting his slowly hardening cock. “Fuck yeah.”
“And what are you doing to my dick?”
“It’s in my mouth again, and I’m sucking it, and it tastes real good.
A moan.
And my tongue is licking the slit at the top of your cock.”
Another moan.
“Oh yeah, Sammy. You keep doing that.” Dean started fisting his cock harder, pre come building at the tip. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
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“Sammy? Sammy?” Dean asked, with no response. “Shit!”