Itch - SPN - Sam/Crowley
Title: Itch
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural, Sam/Crowley
Word Count: 547
Rating: R
Warning: Somewhat explicit sex between males, so yes that means vague slash in Scarlet terms.
Author's Notes: This was written for spn_las "Bad Romance" challenge
Crowley wasn’t supposed to be attractive. His voice wasn’t supposed to roll down Sam’s spine with a shiver, a promise of something more to come. Sam’s fingers weren’t supposed to itch with the need to feel the demon’s skin. Sam wasn’t supposed to want him.
“So pet,” Crowley’s lips quirked upwards against the shell of Sam’s ear as his hand trailed up Sam’s spine eliciting a fine shiver, “Are we alone or are we going to be interrupted this time?”
“You tell me.” Sam leaned back into Crowley’s heat, “You’re supposed to be the King.”
“Oh how I love it when you use proper titles.” Crowley jerked Sam around so they were face to face, his eyes tracking up and down the length of Sam’s body. “So excited aren’t we?”
Sam didn’t give Crowley any more room to taunt him. Sam laced a hand through Crowley’s short hair and he gripped the demon’s hips with the other hand. Sam sealed his lips over Crowley’s in a hot, open mouthed kiss. Biting and needy, Sam felt Crowley crowd in closer and a small growl escaped his throat.
Sam took two large steps and he had Crowley against the counter, an irritated gasp passed into Sam’s mouth and Sam swallowed it down. A thigh nestled between his and Sam bucked his hips up against Crowley’s.
His fingers dug tighter and deeper along Crowley’s slacks before he slid both hands down and lifted the demon up on top of the counter. Tongues slip sliding against each other as Crowley tore at Sam’s belt buckle and zipper.
“Look at you,” Crowley panted out against moist lips as his hand encountered no barrier under the jeans Sam was wearing, “Full of surprises.”
“Always,” Sam answered with a groan and tilted his head back as Crowley wrapped deft fingers around him. The demon tortured him with slow uneven strokes as he nipped and marked up the expanse of smooth skin Sam left exposed to him.
“That’s it love,” Crowley’s voice cradled Sam’s body in a blanket of heat and desire, urging Sam to tilt his face back down and meet those soulless eyes, “Let go of all that anger. Let go of all that hate and let me taste it.”
Sam let out a wild growl before his hands curled around the back of Crowley’s neck and with a harsh bite Sam was licking his way into Crowley’s mouth. Sam clinched his eyes closed tight and tore his lips away from Crowley’s, a stuttered breath being pulled from his chest.
Sam could feel Crowley’s grin against his cheek as the demon tucked him back in his pants. “You Sam Winchester are something I just can’t seem to get enough of.”
“Something?” Sam swiped a hand over a sweaty brow and he backed away from the counter letting Crowley slip down.
“Oh yes,” Crowley licked his lips before dragging his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip and Sam automatically licked the digit getting a wide grin from the action, “Something else.”
Sam had barely blinked before the demon had vanished from the kitchen. He looked at the counter before rubbing a hand over his swollen lips and gave a sardonic laugh. He wasn’t supposed to want the demon but right now that’s all he wanted.
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural, Sam/Crowley
Word Count: 547
Rating: R
Warning: Somewhat explicit sex between males, so yes that means vague slash in Scarlet terms.
Author's Notes: This was written for spn_las "Bad Romance" challenge
Crowley wasn’t supposed to be attractive. His voice wasn’t supposed to roll down Sam’s spine with a shiver, a promise of something more to come. Sam’s fingers weren’t supposed to itch with the need to feel the demon’s skin. Sam wasn’t supposed to want him.
“So pet,” Crowley’s lips quirked upwards against the shell of Sam’s ear as his hand trailed up Sam’s spine eliciting a fine shiver, “Are we alone or are we going to be interrupted this time?”
“You tell me.” Sam leaned back into Crowley’s heat, “You’re supposed to be the King.”
“Oh how I love it when you use proper titles.” Crowley jerked Sam around so they were face to face, his eyes tracking up and down the length of Sam’s body. “So excited aren’t we?”
Sam didn’t give Crowley any more room to taunt him. Sam laced a hand through Crowley’s short hair and he gripped the demon’s hips with the other hand. Sam sealed his lips over Crowley’s in a hot, open mouthed kiss. Biting and needy, Sam felt Crowley crowd in closer and a small growl escaped his throat.
Sam took two large steps and he had Crowley against the counter, an irritated gasp passed into Sam’s mouth and Sam swallowed it down. A thigh nestled between his and Sam bucked his hips up against Crowley’s.
His fingers dug tighter and deeper along Crowley’s slacks before he slid both hands down and lifted the demon up on top of the counter. Tongues slip sliding against each other as Crowley tore at Sam’s belt buckle and zipper.
“Look at you,” Crowley panted out against moist lips as his hand encountered no barrier under the jeans Sam was wearing, “Full of surprises.”
“Always,” Sam answered with a groan and tilted his head back as Crowley wrapped deft fingers around him. The demon tortured him with slow uneven strokes as he nipped and marked up the expanse of smooth skin Sam left exposed to him.
“That’s it love,” Crowley’s voice cradled Sam’s body in a blanket of heat and desire, urging Sam to tilt his face back down and meet those soulless eyes, “Let go of all that anger. Let go of all that hate and let me taste it.”
Sam let out a wild growl before his hands curled around the back of Crowley’s neck and with a harsh bite Sam was licking his way into Crowley’s mouth. Sam clinched his eyes closed tight and tore his lips away from Crowley’s, a stuttered breath being pulled from his chest.
Sam could feel Crowley’s grin against his cheek as the demon tucked him back in his pants. “You Sam Winchester are something I just can’t seem to get enough of.”
“Something?” Sam swiped a hand over a sweaty brow and he backed away from the counter letting Crowley slip down.
“Oh yes,” Crowley licked his lips before dragging his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip and Sam automatically licked the digit getting a wide grin from the action, “Something else.”
Sam had barely blinked before the demon had vanished from the kitchen. He looked at the counter before rubbing a hand over his swollen lips and gave a sardonic laugh. He wasn’t supposed to want the demon but right now that’s all he wanted.