Quench The Fire Of Love With Words
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table 1 (Elemental), Prompt 27
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This has to be an all time low for Dean.
Fucking his brother not with standing. But seriously. He's dressed as a priest for starters. But he's got his “I'm going to sleep with you” face on and he's talking to a nun. A goddam nun. Pun totally intended.
Ok, maybe Sam should actually berate himself for once, because it was his idea, this hunt, when something was killing off nuns in this small nunnery in the ass end of no where. It was Sam idea. Now he has to put up with Dean in a priests habit. Which in its self is hard, because honestly, nothing should be that hot. But he also has to put up with Dean trying to get the nuns out of their habits, trying as hard as he can, with gentle, subtle touches, slow licks to those sinful lips, and he's actually getting somewhere with this one.
Sam knows he's doing it to wind him up. Knows that Dean would never actually sleep with anyone else apart from Sam. He's made it clear enough in the way he fucks Sam through the crappy mattresses in the shitty motel rooms they stay in, but still. It riles Sam up and Dean knows it. Enjoys the jealous rage that Sam will fly into as soon as they are alone, loves the way that Sam will push Dean up against the nearest hard surface, fingers gripping hard into his arms, mouth clamped over his own. Sam suppresses a groan from the back of the chapel and palms his growing cock through his own habit. Oh, he probably neglected to mention that he's currently in a habit to. Which does nothing to calm down his raging libido.
Dean casts him a look over the pews and licks his lips again, pink tongue darting out across his plump lower lip and Sam knows exactly how it tastes. Dean grins quickly, flashing his “I know I'm going to get punished for this and I just don't care” grin over the space between them before the reverent face goes back on he turns back to the nun.
Sam has a fleeting moment of jealousy, that's not helped by the fact that Sister Teresa looks like she might launch herself across the pews and rip Dean's clothes off any second, before its gone when Dean touches her hand and excuses himself. Sister Teresa looks crestfallen but gets up, crosses herself, gonna need more than that for those impure thoughts Sam thinks, and walks down the aisle, out of the chapel. Dean saunters down the aisle after her, exaggerating his hips as he moves like liquid towards Sam. Sam swallows, hard.
“Nice girl.” He says, plopping himself down next to Sam. He pushes his shoulder into Sam's playfully and Sam clenches his jaw, trying not to let the urge to throw Dean down across the alter and fuck him senseless take over.
“Might even be able to see what's under that habit if I play my cards right. Can you imagine Sammy, fucking a nun in a chapel.” Dean grins wryly at Sam, his eyes dancing in the dim light of the chapel, lit by candles and the setting sun outside.
“Not funny Dean.” Sam manages to rasp out, when did his throat get so dry?
“Oh its hilarious Sammy. The look on your face.” Dean runs a finger across Sam's jaw, it catches on the day old stubble and Sam suppresses a shiver. “Know you what you want, baby brother. I can see it in your face, saw you touching yourself. Want me to get on my knees right here?” Jesus Dean sounds like sin personified when he talks like that, voice low in Sam's ear, hand running up Sam's thigh, Sam can feel the muscles bunch under his skin and knows that Dean feels it too. Dean digs his fingers into his inner thigh briefly and Sam's eyes flutter closed.
Its suddenly too hot and Sam feels like he doesn't fit in his own skin and Dean sinks to the floor between the pews and pulls up Sam's habit, fingers trailing along the soft hair of his thighs. The candles flicker once, casting shadows against the ceiling and if either of them were in their right minds they might think something of that, might see it as an omen, but Dean wriggles his hand into Sam's boxers, wraps his far too skillfull fingers around Sam's cock and pulls once. The noise Sam makes is embarrassing, needy and hot, it burns his throat as it escapes and Dean grins up at him, green eyes burning, the candles reflected in them.
Dean wraps his lips around the head of Sam's cock, hums as he sinks down and Sam's head hits the back of the pew, his fingers fisted in Dean's short hair. Dean hums again, digs his fingers into Sam's thighs and swallows Sam right down the base. Sam bucks his hips into the tight, wet heat of Dean's mouth.
Sam's never really thought of this as wrong, yes he loves his brother, is in love with his brother but its Dean. So that makes it ok. But Dean on his knees dressed as a priest in a chapel, no less, is something else entirely and Sam comes with a shout and the distant thought of lightening bolts from heaven as the candle flames dance on the alter.
Table 1 (Elemental), Prompt 27
Link to the master table... here
the_last_shadow , who has teamed up with me on this challenge and each fic I post she will be making a piece of art, has made the most gorgeous wall paper... HERE Go check it out, its gorgeous!
This has to be an all time low for Dean.
Fucking his brother not with standing. But seriously. He's dressed as a priest for starters. But he's got his “I'm going to sleep with you” face on and he's talking to a nun. A goddam nun. Pun totally intended.
Ok, maybe Sam should actually berate himself for once, because it was his idea, this hunt, when something was killing off nuns in this small nunnery in the ass end of no where. It was Sam idea. Now he has to put up with Dean in a priests habit. Which in its self is hard, because honestly, nothing should be that hot. But he also has to put up with Dean trying to get the nuns out of their habits, trying as hard as he can, with gentle, subtle touches, slow licks to those sinful lips, and he's actually getting somewhere with this one.
Sam knows he's doing it to wind him up. Knows that Dean would never actually sleep with anyone else apart from Sam. He's made it clear enough in the way he fucks Sam through the crappy mattresses in the shitty motel rooms they stay in, but still. It riles Sam up and Dean knows it. Enjoys the jealous rage that Sam will fly into as soon as they are alone, loves the way that Sam will push Dean up against the nearest hard surface, fingers gripping hard into his arms, mouth clamped over his own. Sam suppresses a groan from the back of the chapel and palms his growing cock through his own habit. Oh, he probably neglected to mention that he's currently in a habit to. Which does nothing to calm down his raging libido.
Dean casts him a look over the pews and licks his lips again, pink tongue darting out across his plump lower lip and Sam knows exactly how it tastes. Dean grins quickly, flashing his “I know I'm going to get punished for this and I just don't care” grin over the space between them before the reverent face goes back on he turns back to the nun.
Sam has a fleeting moment of jealousy, that's not helped by the fact that Sister Teresa looks like she might launch herself across the pews and rip Dean's clothes off any second, before its gone when Dean touches her hand and excuses himself. Sister Teresa looks crestfallen but gets up, crosses herself, gonna need more than that for those impure thoughts Sam thinks, and walks down the aisle, out of the chapel. Dean saunters down the aisle after her, exaggerating his hips as he moves like liquid towards Sam. Sam swallows, hard.
“Nice girl.” He says, plopping himself down next to Sam. He pushes his shoulder into Sam's playfully and Sam clenches his jaw, trying not to let the urge to throw Dean down across the alter and fuck him senseless take over.
“Might even be able to see what's under that habit if I play my cards right. Can you imagine Sammy, fucking a nun in a chapel.” Dean grins wryly at Sam, his eyes dancing in the dim light of the chapel, lit by candles and the setting sun outside.
“Not funny Dean.” Sam manages to rasp out, when did his throat get so dry?
“Oh its hilarious Sammy. The look on your face.” Dean runs a finger across Sam's jaw, it catches on the day old stubble and Sam suppresses a shiver. “Know you what you want, baby brother. I can see it in your face, saw you touching yourself. Want me to get on my knees right here?” Jesus Dean sounds like sin personified when he talks like that, voice low in Sam's ear, hand running up Sam's thigh, Sam can feel the muscles bunch under his skin and knows that Dean feels it too. Dean digs his fingers into his inner thigh briefly and Sam's eyes flutter closed.
Its suddenly too hot and Sam feels like he doesn't fit in his own skin and Dean sinks to the floor between the pews and pulls up Sam's habit, fingers trailing along the soft hair of his thighs. The candles flicker once, casting shadows against the ceiling and if either of them were in their right minds they might think something of that, might see it as an omen, but Dean wriggles his hand into Sam's boxers, wraps his far too skillfull fingers around Sam's cock and pulls once. The noise Sam makes is embarrassing, needy and hot, it burns his throat as it escapes and Dean grins up at him, green eyes burning, the candles reflected in them.
Dean wraps his lips around the head of Sam's cock, hums as he sinks down and Sam's head hits the back of the pew, his fingers fisted in Dean's short hair. Dean hums again, digs his fingers into Sam's thighs and swallows Sam right down the base. Sam bucks his hips into the tight, wet heat of Dean's mouth.
Sam's never really thought of this as wrong, yes he loves his brother, is in love with his brother but its Dean. So that makes it ok. But Dean on his knees dressed as a priest in a chapel, no less, is something else entirely and Sam comes with a shout and the distant thought of lightening bolts from heaven as the candle flames dance on the alter.