fic: press pause on my wayward life (sam/dean) nc17
Title: press pause on my wayward life pt. 2
Characters: sam/dean
Rating: nc17
Warnings: incest, m/m, sexual themes
Word Count: 1152
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: He's gotten what he wanted, but didn't want it anymore. He was like a child who got sick of a new toy right after recieving it.
Sam wished he was better at pool or darts just so he'd have something to do while he waited. Dean had been an hour - or so he said - so Sam had gone back to his dorm to make sure he didn't have that just fucked look about him. Even if he and Dean had ended it, he doubted his brother wanted to see Sam appearing already over him. Because that wasn't the least bit true. Dean was who Sam thought about even when he was with someone else; it took his all not to scream Dean's name when he came.
He picked at the label of his beer bottle - which was acquired thanks to one of many fake IDs - as his feet tapped out a beat beneath the table; a garbled SOS because he was so beyond screwed. He tried to relax against the booth, but everything the door opened he said up straight as a soldier; only to be let down. Sam's eyes flickered to the back because he could've missed him, but no because, "Dean would've seen me..." And why the hell did he feel like he was on a fucking blind date?
"Yeah, you're kinda hard to miss," it was purred in his ear and Sam almost knocked over his beer when he jumped.
The familiar body slid in beside him and Sam couldn't say about how, hello! there was another seat because he was just happy to have his brother right there with him.
"H-hey."
"Not doin' much for your conversation skills either," Dean smirked, looking over at him before ordering a beer. He gave the waitress one of his patented smiles and she hurried off to fill his order. He hadn't changed at all. "How's college treating you?"
Sam blinked a few times, his eyes flickering up to and locking with Dean's. "It's treating me like school used to."
"Then why the hell are you here?" his brother joked.
He smiled. "Because I like the challenge," he answered. "And no, I don't think hunting wasn't challenging."
"You know me too well," Dean said with a laugh.
The waitress came back and set Dean's beer in front of him, throwing him a smile that could lead to other things. It made Sam's blood temperature rise a few notches. Dean was still his even if he'd left - abandoned - him. Dean had come to him, thrown out the offer, so that meant no one else had the privilege of being alone with him.
"Then again... You probably know me better than anyone else," Dean said after a swig; one hand disappearing beneath the table and resting on Sam's thigh.
Sam closed his eyes for a minute, shifting in his seat to make enough room to give the okay, but not enough to seem to eager. "We know each other better than anyone else could know us."
Dean's hand slid higher, only slightly, and rested just against the bottom hem of his pocket. "Hmmmm... sounds about right," he murmured, taking another drink.
Sam looked over at him briefly before taking a drink. They needed to be out of here; even if the bar meant safety and no heartbreak in the long run.
"What d'ya say we..." Dean trailed off as Sam nodded. He took another swig of his not even half-empty beer and removed his hand from his younger brother's thigh. He smiled when Sam's jaw ticked at the loss. "Let's go," he said as he was climbing from the booth.
Sam nodded shakily as he stood, not giving a damn who noticed how turned on he was because to be honest? Dean had skill to be able to do that, that fast. He followed after him, his eyes trained on the back of Dean's head.
Dean's hand barely closed around the keys in his pocket before he was shoved up against his car. He grunted softly - his hand caught uncomfortably - as he tilted his head to better allow Sam' exploratory mouth access to his neck. "Jesus, Sammy," he breathed out as roaming hands hiked up he shirt and skated over his stomach.
"Missed you so fucking much," Sam growled before catching Dean's earlobe between his teeth. "So fucking much," he repeated, rocking against his brother's lower back.
Groaning softly, Dean reached back with his free hand and tangled his fingers in his brother's unruly mess of hair. "Feeling's mutual, Sammy, but --" he hissed softly as blunt fingernails scraped down his chest. "Shit... Sammy, we gotta, gotta move... Ah... Inside preferably."
Sam whined low in his throat and buried his face in Dean's shoulder. Wait and stop were synonymous in his head right now. And tight now, neither really looked like an option. "You wouldn't take it right up against your car, Dean? Right here where everyone can see and hear you?" He smirked at the low groan the vibrated in his brother's throat. "That thought get's you hot, doesn't it? Make's you that much harder, thinking about getting fucked against your precious car?"
Where did his little brother learn to talk like that? Dean groaned as Sam's rocking pressed him closer to the door, the smooth metal creating just enough friction as he was ground against it. "Fuck, Sam," and yeah, that thought revved his engine nicely. He shifted a bit, his trapped hand knocking against the door handle. He needed more than just the door; he needed Sam in the car. They needed to find a bed or a couch or something because he was going to go insane.
He half turned, grabbing Sam's hip to still him. Dean leaned in, crushing his lips to his brother's before he was slammed back against the door; wincing mentally at the groan of metal. Sam's teeth caught his bottom lip and he groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed.
Sam sucked on his brother's bottom lip as he worked a thigh between Dean's and pressed up, mentally smirking at the breathy whimper it elicited. Dean was perfect like this - not that he wasn't any other time - coming apart and all his; all Sam's. No one else's. He missed this... Being able to be rough and not worry about doing any serious damage; a few bruises any guy could wear and shrug off, a few bruises on a girl and it could lead to an assault charge.
"Sam... Sammy," he hadn’t noticed that Dean had pulled back. His eyes locked on the tiny droplets of blood on his brother's lip and leaned in only to have Dean lean back further. "We need to move... like now," he panted softly, his eyes completely blown.
"'ve got a roommate," Sam started to protest even though they really did need to be more hidden. "We can't go th -- I got a motel room... was gonna need a place to stay anyway," Dean said over him.
Sam wouldn't be surprised if his brother didn't have an answer for everything.