Out with the Old, Supernatural, Keeper!Verse, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural, Keeper!Verse
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Dana (OFC), John
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1435
Summary: Set just before Aristotle, Sam and Dean are in the process of moving, when it occurs to Sam that there's only one place in the old apartment they've never had sex. He sets out to remedy that.
A/Ns and Warnings: Because readerj told me that hot Keeper!porn would be just the thing to help me recover from the angsty, owie of the last story I posted, and I decided that she could be right. Um...kind of bossy, toppy Sam. Fingers in pockets and spontaneous orgasms. Because that's what El likes!
The apartment was nearly empty. Sam stood in the kitchen, after checking to make sure they hadn’t left behind anything important. Dean was down the hall in the bedroom doing the same thing.
They’d lived in that small apartment for nearly 8 years.
That was a number that still boggled his mind sometimes. He’d watched Dana grow up here. He’d felt himself changing here. He smiled vaguely as rubbed his hands along the counter behind him. He’d fucked Dean here. Right here, against this counter. And there, on that tile floor. And that spot on the carpet behind where the couch used to be.
In fact, the only room in the place he hadn’t had his brother was Dana’s bedroom.
“I think we got everything.” Dean said as he emerged from the hallway. “What are you grinning about?”
Sam looked up, his smile a little crooked. He pushed off the counter and went to Dean, hooking two fingers in his pocket and dragging him back down the hallway.
“Um, Sam?”
Sam just smiled and pulled, dragging him into the room that up until the day before had been his daughter’s. They had loaded the truck and she had spent the night with her Papa, so that they could finish up before they unloaded the truck at the new house.
Sam used the two fingers he had in Dean’s pocket to tug him closer, pulling him flush against Sam’s body. Dean raised an eyebrow. Sam kissed him, a little hard, letting him know what was on Sam’s mind.
“It just occurred to me that I have never fucked you in this room.” Sam said, his voice low.
“Yeah, because that would have been sick. Even for us.”
Sam dug his fingers into Dean’s pocket, feeling for his cock. “Gonna fuck you here now.”
“Sam.” Dean’s eyes glittered dangerously. “Dad’s expecting us.”
“He can wait.” Sam said. “Want you right here, against the wall.” He could feel Dean’s cock starting to respond as Sam walked him backward, pressing him up against the pale purple wall. Sam popped the button on Dean’s jeans, sliding his hand inside to stroke over his cock. “Mine.” Sam growled.
Dean rose to the occasion, his hands moving to Sam’s zipper, getting his own hand inside Sam’s jeans. “Mine.” Dean growled back at him. Sam pressed in to kiss him, pushing Dean’s head back against the wall. “You want it Sammy?” Dean asked breathlessly, thrusting himself against Sam’s hand. “Want me?”
Sam growled and pulled up hard, making Dean gasp. “Gonna take you hard.” He pushed and shoved until Dean was facing the wall, pulling on his hips and shoving his jeans down enough that Sam could get to his ass.
They’d had an early morning fuck, slow and long and Dean was still loose from that. He shoved his ass back at Sam, as if telling him he was too slow. Sam growled and held him in place with one hand on the back of his neck, while his other pulled his cock out of his jeans.
He pushed in hard, fast, catching Dean unprepared and his brother yelled into the wall. Sam’s body was hot with need as he fucked up and into Dean, his chest against Dean’s back, his lips catching on the tight muscle in Dean’s neck, nipping, then sucking.
Dean’s fists hit the wall as Sam’s cock beat into him, Dean’s mouth spewing obscenities at him over his shoulder. Sam’s hands grabbed his hips, holding him still as he sped up, his cock already telling him he wasn’t going to last much longer as Dean’s ass clenched around him.
Sam pulled Dean onto him, his mouth sliding up to Dean’s ear. “Gonna come in your ass big brother…make you sit in it all the way home.”
Dean pushed back against him and Sam gasped as his cock bottomed out and spasmed, keeping his word and filling Dean’s ass with come.
Dean was panting as he turned his ass to the wall and reached for his cock, but Sam pulled his hands away. “No.”
“No?” Dean asked, lifting that eyebrow again.
“No.” Sam echoed. “Save it.”
“For what?” Dean asked, his voice a little strained.
“We’re going to need to christen the new place.” Sam was already zipping himself up, then reached to coax Dean’s hard cock back into his jeans.
“Sam.”
“Don’t whine.”
“I’m gonna come in my pants.” Dean said as Sam shoved his fingers back into Dean’s pockets and pulled him away.
“Don’t pout.” He didn’t look, but he knew Dean was pouting. And he kept on pouting all the way to the truck. “Gonna make me put you over my knee.”
The new house wasn’t far away, but Dean fidgeted the entire drive, rubbing his cock against the steering wheel when he thought Sam wasn’t looking. They pulled into the driveway and Dean was out of the car fast, reaching for Sam as they headed for the front door. Sam held him away and fished the keys out of his pocket.
Dean’s hands were all over Sam as he tried to unlock the door, so Sam grabbed him and pushed him up against the door. “Gonna fuck you in every room of this house, Dean.” Sam said, his voice pitched to that low, dangerous tone he knew drove Dean crazy. “Make you come for me everywhere.”
His hands were on Dean’s hips, no where near his cock, but Sam knew that look on his face. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed. Sam’s hand drifted from his hip to his groin, pressing into the wetness. “One down.” Dean said breathlessly.
Sam leaned into him, pressing him into the door. “Slut.”
Dean nodded, sliding against him bonelessly. “Horny slut.”
Sam grinned, then kissed him, capturing Dean’s lips in his and tugging lightly.
There was the sound of a car door and Dana’s voice yelling, “Daddy! Sam!”
Dean groaned and Sam slipped the key into the lock, opening the door for Dean to duck through so he could go clean up before dealing with Dana and their father. Sam turned and caught Dana as she ran to him, hugging her tight.
“You sleep okay?” Sam asked. She nodded and grabbed his hand, dragging him inside.
“Is my bedroom ready?”
Sam chuckled as John followed her inside. “Dana, they just got here too.”
“I want to pant it orange.” Dana said, dancing around the empty living room. “With green on the windows and blue on the doors.”
Sam ruffled her hair and looked up. Dean was at the top of the stairs, trying hard to be casual.
“Hey, Sam. Could you find my duffle bag in the truck? I…um…spilled…something.”
Sam suppressed the grin and nodded. “You okay?”
Dean’s eyes met his and Sam could tell payback would be coming. “Yeah…just a bit…uncomfortable with my ass all wet.”
Sam heard his father choke off a sound and grinned at Dean. “Give me a sec.”
He headed back out to the truck, unlocking the back and pulling out the duffle bag that was the last thing they’d thrown into it.
“I’ll start pulling stuff out.” John said as Sam headed back into the house.
“We’ll be down in a minute.” He bounded up the stairs to find Dean in the bathroom off the master bedroom. He dropped the duffle bag on the counter and grinned at him in the mirror. He rubbed a hand over the wetness covering Dean’s ass, and ran it down between his legs to the matching wetness in the front.
Dean’s hands tugged his zipper down and Sam helped guide the jeans down while Dean pulled out a clean pair. “Out with the old.” Sam held them up, then dropped them on the floor, his hands moving to cover Dean’s slowly recovering cock.
Dean groaned and rubbed up against him. Sam’s hand rummaged around in the bag for a present Dean didn’t know was in there. He found it and held it up. “In…” he paused for affect, then brought the butt plug around to Dean’s ass, “…in with the new.”
He groaned and shifted his hips and when his eyes opened, they were dark, staring at Sam in the mirror. Sam licked his lips. “So hot…can you?”
Dean rolled his eyes, then nodded. “For now.”
Sam petted over it, over the end that sat flush with Dean’s cheeks. “Get your pants on. That isn’t coming out until our bed is in that room.”
Dean grabbed his jeans and Sam kissed the back of his neck before heading downstairs. They had serious work to do.
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Dana (OFC), John
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1435
Summary: Set just before Aristotle, Sam and Dean are in the process of moving, when it occurs to Sam that there's only one place in the old apartment they've never had sex. He sets out to remedy that.
A/Ns and Warnings: Because readerj told me that hot Keeper!porn would be just the thing to help me recover from the angsty, owie of the last story I posted, and I decided that she could be right. Um...kind of bossy, toppy Sam. Fingers in pockets and spontaneous orgasms. Because that's what El likes!
The apartment was nearly empty. Sam stood in the kitchen, after checking to make sure they hadn’t left behind anything important. Dean was down the hall in the bedroom doing the same thing.
They’d lived in that small apartment for nearly 8 years.
That was a number that still boggled his mind sometimes. He’d watched Dana grow up here. He’d felt himself changing here. He smiled vaguely as rubbed his hands along the counter behind him. He’d fucked Dean here. Right here, against this counter. And there, on that tile floor. And that spot on the carpet behind where the couch used to be.
In fact, the only room in the place he hadn’t had his brother was Dana’s bedroom.
“I think we got everything.” Dean said as he emerged from the hallway. “What are you grinning about?”
Sam looked up, his smile a little crooked. He pushed off the counter and went to Dean, hooking two fingers in his pocket and dragging him back down the hallway.
“Um, Sam?”
Sam just smiled and pulled, dragging him into the room that up until the day before had been his daughter’s. They had loaded the truck and she had spent the night with her Papa, so that they could finish up before they unloaded the truck at the new house.
Sam used the two fingers he had in Dean’s pocket to tug him closer, pulling him flush against Sam’s body. Dean raised an eyebrow. Sam kissed him, a little hard, letting him know what was on Sam’s mind.
“It just occurred to me that I have never fucked you in this room.” Sam said, his voice low.
“Yeah, because that would have been sick. Even for us.”
Sam dug his fingers into Dean’s pocket, feeling for his cock. “Gonna fuck you here now.”
“Sam.” Dean’s eyes glittered dangerously. “Dad’s expecting us.”
“He can wait.” Sam said. “Want you right here, against the wall.” He could feel Dean’s cock starting to respond as Sam walked him backward, pressing him up against the pale purple wall. Sam popped the button on Dean’s jeans, sliding his hand inside to stroke over his cock. “Mine.” Sam growled.
Dean rose to the occasion, his hands moving to Sam’s zipper, getting his own hand inside Sam’s jeans. “Mine.” Dean growled back at him. Sam pressed in to kiss him, pushing Dean’s head back against the wall. “You want it Sammy?” Dean asked breathlessly, thrusting himself against Sam’s hand. “Want me?”
Sam growled and pulled up hard, making Dean gasp. “Gonna take you hard.” He pushed and shoved until Dean was facing the wall, pulling on his hips and shoving his jeans down enough that Sam could get to his ass.
They’d had an early morning fuck, slow and long and Dean was still loose from that. He shoved his ass back at Sam, as if telling him he was too slow. Sam growled and held him in place with one hand on the back of his neck, while his other pulled his cock out of his jeans.
He pushed in hard, fast, catching Dean unprepared and his brother yelled into the wall. Sam’s body was hot with need as he fucked up and into Dean, his chest against Dean’s back, his lips catching on the tight muscle in Dean’s neck, nipping, then sucking.
Dean’s fists hit the wall as Sam’s cock beat into him, Dean’s mouth spewing obscenities at him over his shoulder. Sam’s hands grabbed his hips, holding him still as he sped up, his cock already telling him he wasn’t going to last much longer as Dean’s ass clenched around him.
Sam pulled Dean onto him, his mouth sliding up to Dean’s ear. “Gonna come in your ass big brother…make you sit in it all the way home.”
Dean pushed back against him and Sam gasped as his cock bottomed out and spasmed, keeping his word and filling Dean’s ass with come.
Dean was panting as he turned his ass to the wall and reached for his cock, but Sam pulled his hands away. “No.”
“No?” Dean asked, lifting that eyebrow again.
“No.” Sam echoed. “Save it.”
“For what?” Dean asked, his voice a little strained.
“We’re going to need to christen the new place.” Sam was already zipping himself up, then reached to coax Dean’s hard cock back into his jeans.
“Sam.”
“Don’t whine.”
“I’m gonna come in my pants.” Dean said as Sam shoved his fingers back into Dean’s pockets and pulled him away.
“Don’t pout.” He didn’t look, but he knew Dean was pouting. And he kept on pouting all the way to the truck. “Gonna make me put you over my knee.”
The new house wasn’t far away, but Dean fidgeted the entire drive, rubbing his cock against the steering wheel when he thought Sam wasn’t looking. They pulled into the driveway and Dean was out of the car fast, reaching for Sam as they headed for the front door. Sam held him away and fished the keys out of his pocket.
Dean’s hands were all over Sam as he tried to unlock the door, so Sam grabbed him and pushed him up against the door. “Gonna fuck you in every room of this house, Dean.” Sam said, his voice pitched to that low, dangerous tone he knew drove Dean crazy. “Make you come for me everywhere.”
His hands were on Dean’s hips, no where near his cock, but Sam knew that look on his face. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed. Sam’s hand drifted from his hip to his groin, pressing into the wetness. “One down.” Dean said breathlessly.
Sam leaned into him, pressing him into the door. “Slut.”
Dean nodded, sliding against him bonelessly. “Horny slut.”
Sam grinned, then kissed him, capturing Dean’s lips in his and tugging lightly.
There was the sound of a car door and Dana’s voice yelling, “Daddy! Sam!”
Dean groaned and Sam slipped the key into the lock, opening the door for Dean to duck through so he could go clean up before dealing with Dana and their father. Sam turned and caught Dana as she ran to him, hugging her tight.
“You sleep okay?” Sam asked. She nodded and grabbed his hand, dragging him inside.
“Is my bedroom ready?”
Sam chuckled as John followed her inside. “Dana, they just got here too.”
“I want to pant it orange.” Dana said, dancing around the empty living room. “With green on the windows and blue on the doors.”
Sam ruffled her hair and looked up. Dean was at the top of the stairs, trying hard to be casual.
“Hey, Sam. Could you find my duffle bag in the truck? I…um…spilled…something.”
Sam suppressed the grin and nodded. “You okay?”
Dean’s eyes met his and Sam could tell payback would be coming. “Yeah…just a bit…uncomfortable with my ass all wet.”
Sam heard his father choke off a sound and grinned at Dean. “Give me a sec.”
He headed back out to the truck, unlocking the back and pulling out the duffle bag that was the last thing they’d thrown into it.
“I’ll start pulling stuff out.” John said as Sam headed back into the house.
“We’ll be down in a minute.” He bounded up the stairs to find Dean in the bathroom off the master bedroom. He dropped the duffle bag on the counter and grinned at him in the mirror. He rubbed a hand over the wetness covering Dean’s ass, and ran it down between his legs to the matching wetness in the front.
Dean’s hands tugged his zipper down and Sam helped guide the jeans down while Dean pulled out a clean pair. “Out with the old.” Sam held them up, then dropped them on the floor, his hands moving to cover Dean’s slowly recovering cock.
Dean groaned and rubbed up against him. Sam’s hand rummaged around in the bag for a present Dean didn’t know was in there. He found it and held it up. “In…” he paused for affect, then brought the butt plug around to Dean’s ass, “…in with the new.”
He groaned and shifted his hips and when his eyes opened, they were dark, staring at Sam in the mirror. Sam licked his lips. “So hot…can you?”
Dean rolled his eyes, then nodded. “For now.”
Sam petted over it, over the end that sat flush with Dean’s cheeks. “Get your pants on. That isn’t coming out until our bed is in that room.”
Dean grabbed his jeans and Sam kissed the back of his neck before heading downstairs. They had serious work to do.