Re: Sam/Dean - Stanford!era lap dancemetaalluMarch 12 2011, 23:44:26 UTC
It's been a while since I wrote Sam/Dean... >.>; Hope this is even vaguely close to what you wanted. ---
So apparently Sam got this huge scholarship and he's usually pretty on top of these things, so it sort of surprises him when his friends know before he does.
"Duuuuuude!" says his roommate, clapping him on the shoulder. It's Saturday evening and he's in the middle of studying when this happens and before he knows what happens he's been ordered into shoes and a jacket and three of his friends are standing at the door. They drag him out for dinner, teasing him about what a genius he is and how he needs to get out more. He figures he has a pretty good social life compared to what he's used to so he just smiles and shrugs.
From dinner they head to a bar and Sam doesn't really think about all the gorgeous half-naked guys until one of his friends calls one over.
"Our good buddy Sam just got a scholarship," he tells the guy and Sam is sort of embarrassed somehow because he has like, morals or something and feels like a dumbass for being here where he is, apparently going to get a lap dance and, like, he's not... he doesn't need a lap dance. Though he guy has a nice body, or, a nice chest. He hasn't had the courage to look at his face yet.
"That so?" the guy says and Sam's eyes widen and his head snaps up. "You a good student, Sammy?"
And it's... it's Dean with this seductive smile on his face and this confident swagger in his body language. His voice is like good whisky - rich and firm and wonderful and it burns on the way down - and when their eyes meet they stay that way for a long time, staring at each other.
"I, yeah... he manages to say and he can see the slight panic flickering behind that confident gaze and he's sure he's doing the same but neither of them can bear to compromise the other because that's not what brothers do so when Sam's friends tuck money into Dean's back pocket, Dean - shirtless and tan and gorgeous - settles on Sam's lap, carefully holding his weight such that it looks like they're pressed together even though they're carefully distanced.
Dean twirls some of Sam's hair around his finger and grins down at him. "You proud a' yourself?" he asks, voice growing low and gruff, hips swirling in slow seductive circles. Sam can feel Dean's thighs trembling from supporting himself and he's guessing he's had a long night, probably tired. Who knows why he's here, Sam doesn't really care. Dean looks run ragged and seeing Sam probably hasn't helped any. Sam feels this ridiculous urge to pull Dean down, let him be a little more comfortable. Dean's always taking care of him, even now, and he wants to return the favour.
Sam puts his hand on the small of Dean's back and pushes him gently downwards just that last little bit. Dean's body shudders and then he gives in. They slide together like a well-oiled machine and even though Dean keeps moving, dancing, it's nothing sexual at first. Gentle, soft, 'I'm taking care of you'. Their lips slide together somehow, too. Sam doesn't know who starts it but they're kissing. Slow and careful and 'I missed you'. Sam swallows down the whimper of Dean's name that wants to escape and Dean's mouth slants slightly. They kiss harder and Dean starts to grind sensually against Sam in earnest.
It's hot and it's wrong but Sam doesn't want to stop. The beat of the music is pounding through his body and Dean feels good, pressed up against him, fingers tangled in his hair. Sam wants to pick him up and carry him off and take him somewhere. He wants to fuck him and then curl up in bed and kiss him and fall asleep next to him like they used to. He wants to know what Dean sounds like when he cums and he wants to know what it feels like to have those firm thighs trembling and wrapped around his hips.
"Sammy," Dean whispers against his lips and Sam whimpers. Dean shivers, seems like he wants to say more, but his time is up so he gets up slowly, his every molecule parting slowly and longingly from his brother. He curls his fingers in that ridiculous girly hair one more time and then disappears into the club.
"Dude," one of his friends says. "Do you know that guy?"
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So apparently Sam got this huge scholarship and he's usually pretty on top of these things, so it sort of surprises him when his friends know before he does.
"Duuuuuude!" says his roommate, clapping him on the shoulder. It's Saturday evening and he's in the middle of studying when this happens and before he knows what happens he's been ordered into shoes and a jacket and three of his friends are standing at the door. They drag him out for dinner, teasing him about what a genius he is and how he needs to get out more. He figures he has a pretty good social life compared to what he's used to so he just smiles and shrugs.
From dinner they head to a bar and Sam doesn't really think about all the gorgeous half-naked guys until one of his friends calls one over.
"Our good buddy Sam just got a scholarship," he tells the guy and Sam is sort of embarrassed somehow because he has like, morals or something and feels like a dumbass for being here where he is, apparently going to get a lap dance and, like, he's not... he doesn't need a lap dance. Though he guy has a nice body, or, a nice chest. He hasn't had the courage to look at his face yet.
"That so?" the guy says and Sam's eyes widen and his head snaps up. "You a good student, Sammy?"
And it's... it's Dean with this seductive smile on his face and this confident swagger in his body language. His voice is like good whisky - rich and firm and wonderful and it burns on the way down - and when their eyes meet they stay that way for a long time, staring at each other.
"I, yeah... he manages to say and he can see the slight panic flickering behind that confident gaze and he's sure he's doing the same but neither of them can bear to compromise the other because that's not what brothers do so when Sam's friends tuck money into Dean's back pocket, Dean - shirtless and tan and gorgeous - settles on Sam's lap, carefully holding his weight such that it looks like they're pressed together even though they're carefully distanced.
Dean twirls some of Sam's hair around his finger and grins down at him. "You proud a' yourself?" he asks, voice growing low and gruff, hips swirling in slow seductive circles. Sam can feel Dean's thighs trembling from supporting himself and he's guessing he's had a long night, probably tired. Who knows why he's here, Sam doesn't really care. Dean looks run ragged and seeing Sam probably hasn't helped any. Sam feels this ridiculous urge to pull Dean down, let him be a little more comfortable. Dean's always taking care of him, even now, and he wants to return the favour.
Sam puts his hand on the small of Dean's back and pushes him gently downwards just that last little bit. Dean's body shudders and then he gives in. They slide together like a well-oiled machine and even though Dean keeps moving, dancing, it's nothing sexual at first. Gentle, soft, 'I'm taking care of you'. Their lips slide together somehow, too. Sam doesn't know who starts it but they're kissing. Slow and careful and 'I missed you'. Sam swallows down the whimper of Dean's name that wants to escape and Dean's mouth slants slightly. They kiss harder and Dean starts to grind sensually against Sam in earnest.
It's hot and it's wrong but Sam doesn't want to stop. The beat of the music is pounding through his body and Dean feels good, pressed up against him, fingers tangled in his hair. Sam wants to pick him up and carry him off and take him somewhere. He wants to fuck him and then curl up in bed and kiss him and fall asleep next to him like they used to. He wants to know what Dean sounds like when he cums and he wants to know what it feels like to have those firm thighs trembling and wrapped around his hips.
"Sammy," Dean whispers against his lips and Sam whimpers. Dean shivers, seems like he wants to say more, but his time is up so he gets up slowly, his every molecule parting slowly and longingly from his brother. He curls his fingers in that ridiculous girly hair one more time and then disappears into the club.
"Dude," one of his friends says. "Do you know that guy?"
"No," says Sam.
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"Dude," one of his friends says. "Do you know that guy?"
"No," says Sam.
Thanks for filling this one for me. :DD
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Great fill! ♥
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As were the last lines lol.
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Also: Why thank you. I am flattered like woah <3
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ON ANOTHER SUBJECT ENTIRELY: Bam, baby <3
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