Love Potion No. 9; Dean/Sam; R
Title: Love Potion No. 9
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Genre: Schmoop
Word Count: 730
Written for comment porn at phantisma ’s LJ. Prompt was Dean/Sam - Love Potion.
Summary: Dean and Sam find themselves the victims of a love potion from a coven of witches. They decide to give in to their mutual feelings of love for the night, and that morning is soon enough to go looking for the witches that slipped the love potion to them.
Love Potion No. 9
“Come on Sam, think…we must have eaten or drunk something that those witches put a spell on.”
Standing against the wall with a chair between himself and his brother, Sam was thinking, he was racking his brain. He knew that coven of witches had been onto them and they still hadn’t figured out how to dissuade them from future spells.
For the most part their shenanigans were pretty harmless, but this…not harmless at all.
The brothers had never been as aware of each other as they had been for the last hour. They were resisting their physical attraction to each other because they knew it was all from a spell, and, yeah, the brothers thing. It was just wrong.
But as Sam stared at Dean’s mouth all he could think about was kissing those lips, having those lips wrapped around his cock. He was as hard as could be in his pants. He didn’t want to fight it anymore.
“Dean, it’s gotta be a spell. Maybe it’ll wear off. Maybe it’s if we give in, then it goes away. I think we should give in and you know…fuck or something. If we’re still feeling like love struck teenagers in the morning, we can go find the witches then. What do you say?”
Dean had been hoping Sammy would say that. Fuck finding those witches tonight. He wanted to taste his baby brother, and now. He heard Sam say they should go for it and growled as he lunged toward Sam, shoving the chair out of the way and pinning Sammy to the wall and said, “Good plan, Sam. Morning is soon enough. Gotta have you, baby. Wanna taste you, Sammy.”
Sam felt pinned by his brother’s weight and his words were perfect, “Wanna taste you too Dean. Please…” said Sam as he raised his hands up and put them behind Dean’s head and pulled his brother in for their first kiss ever.
My god, they both thought. This is a revelation! They’d each had their share of kisses, but nothing like this. It was full of so much love and meaning they were almost unable to maintain their standing position if it hadn’t been for the wall holding them up.
After minutes of making love with their mouths, they started groping each other’s clothes.
Dean finally broke the kiss and told Sam, “Sammy…need more. I love you. Sam, need to be inside you. Need to feel you wrapped around my cock. Baby, please…”
And okay. There was definitely a love potion happening here, because as Sam heard Dean declaring his love for him and needing to be inside of him all he could do was agree, “Love you too Dean. Please, want you inside me too. Want to feel you inside me. Want your cock in me, love me, take care of me, fuck me. I love you so much.”
“Too many clothes. Sam. Get ‘em off. Get on the bed. Now. I’m right behind you brother. Just gonna grab some lube, so that I don’t hurt you.”
The boys spent the entire night making love with each other. Taking their time to learn each other’s bodies in ways they never thought they’d share together. It was the most amazing night of their lives. This feeling of being in love was incredible.
“Dean. I was thinking.”
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“This, last night, what if it wasn’t a love spell? What if it was just us finally facing our feelings? What I’m saying is if it was a spell, I don’t want to find an antidote. Let’s just get in the Impala and leave town, leave the witches be. They’ve been harmless for the most part, and last night was the best night of my life.”
Wow, thought Dean. Did Sammy really mean that? But he felt exactly the way that Sam had described.
He was in love and he’d never felt more loved and loving in his whole life and he didn’t want it to end. He didn’t care if it started from a love potion. He wanted this too.
“Yeah, Sammy. I love you too. Let’s get our stuff and get out of here. I don’t want it to end either,” Dean admitted to Sam.
Smiling at his brother with the goofiest look on his face like a lovesick puppy, Sammy leaned over and gave Dean the best kiss ever.