[NaNo] Ass Out of You and Me: Excuse (Sam/Dean) 9/30
Series: Ass Out of You and Me
Title: Excuse
Author: destial
Pairing: One sided Sam/Dean
Theme: 30 NaNo-Shots Special Table 2010
Prompt: Excuse
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: Sam's 16. Does that count as underage? Everything's within the above rating.
Spoilers: Pre-series, so if you saw episode one, you're good to go.
Word Count: 1004
Notes: Follows after Doubt. Now being made into awesome podfic by the lovely and talented weimar27 found here! Check often for updates!
Summary:"Hey, Sam," he says before he can think about it. Sam turns to him and Dean's not sure if he even recognizes the boy. He clears his throat and says quickly, "I thought about it."
Excuse
He decides to deal with this sooner rather than later. It isn't the Winchester Way, facing something like this head on, but Dean needs to control this situation. He really doesn't feel like being ambushed by Sam again.
When dad leaves for the bar that night, Dean sits down on one of the beds and takes a moment to look at his brother. Sam is on his computer, grinning like a fool at whatever he's reading.
It's weird, this new Sam that isn't so Sam-shaped. Sometimes he still looks at him and starts, wondering who this stranger is and where his brother is. That kind of makes this easier.
"Hey, Sam," he says before he can think about it. Sam turns to him and Dean's not sure if he even recognizes the boy. He clears his throat and says quickly, "I thought about it. Hasn't changed anything."
Sam's grin disappears but he doesn't seem too upset. He just frowns at Dean a moment before saying, "Why not?"
"Damn it Sam!" Dean exclaims. "We're brothers, that's why the hell not."
Sam shakes his head, an almost puzzled look on his face.
"No, Dean, that's just an excuse. Give me a reason - one good reason -why we shouldn't be together or at least try."
"I'm giving you one, Sam!" Dean says and he can't believe his brother really isn't getting this. "We're brothers!"
"No!" Sam shouts, suddenly on his feet. He looks angry and that's really not the reaction Dean had thought this conversation would be going in. "That's society's reason, not yours! Give me your own reason from your own thoughts!"
"Fine, you want my reason? I can't think of you like that, Sam!"
Sam blanches for a second and Dean wonders just how heartbroken he'll be. He'd made a promise, too; if Dean couldn't think of Sam romantically - really, if he couldn't think of him sexually - then that door closes, forever.
But something must have shown on Dean's face because Sam's eyes narrow and he tilts his head, as if studying Dean from a different angle might help.
Dean can't read any emotions off his face, but he's pretty sure he knows just what Sam is thinking as he says, slowly, voice dangerous and soft, "Can't or won't, Dean?"
"Can't," Dean says and he tries to put all the force and conviction he can behind the words.
At the triumphant gleam in Sam's eyes, he knows it wasn't enough.
"You can," Sam says and his voice is harsh and breathless, as if he couldn't decide whether to speak or exhale. Then his tone changes, becomes accusatory, as he repeats, "You can, Dean."
"Fine, maybe I can," Dean conceded, but he's not backing down. "Doesn't mean I will."
"But- you promised!" Sam splutters.
"I promised to think about it. Never said I'd act on it."
"That's not fair Dean!"
"Life isn't fair Sam." Dean looks away, scrubbing a hand over his mouth. With his head still tilted away, he looks back at his brother. The entire six foot whatever of Sam's new body seems to be quivering, tiny tremors that travel out from his chest and down each one of his too long limbs. It hurts Dean to see his brother like this, but everything about this day has been painful. "I love you Sam and I can't do this. Maybe I can think of you like that, but I'll never be able to act on it so drop it."
Sam's eyes flash and that's the only warning Dean gets before he's in his lap, arms wrapped tight around Dean's neck and kissing him for all he's worth.
Still needs practice, Dean thinks hazily before getting with the program enough to push Sam away. That's the plan, at least. His brother has a vice like grip going on and Dean's not double jointed enough to pry his arms away. Sam's tongue is licking along his lips but he clenches his jaw shut and growls, low in his throat, to properly express his feelings about the situation. He's considering the merits of punching Sam when his brother rocks his body forward, making Dean lose his balance - his hands had been hovering in mid air, unsure where to touch, once shoving proved useless - and he tumbles to the bed, Sam a hot weight on top of him. Sam rocks into him again and this time Dean realizes what he's doing. Sam's dick is a hot, hard line against Dean's thigh and Dean panics and begins to thrash.
Sam curses, biting Dean's lower lip - whether on purpose or not, Dean will never know - and he sits up.
"Calm down!" he snaps. "I'm just trying to prove something."
"Prove what?" Dean throws back at him, gaping. "Get off me, Sam!"
Sam glares at him as his hand darts forward and grabs Dean's crotch. Dean bucks under him - it feels like he'd just been electrocuted and he can only stare up at his brother, eyes wide and afraid.
"This, Dean," Sam growls. "This. Maybe you didn't want me before or maybe you just needed some nudging, I don't know, but you're hard for me right now. And I'm hard for you, Dean." He rocks against Dean's thigh again and he can't repress a shudder at the sensation. Dean watches the movement travel through his brother before dragging his gaze back to Sam's face, just in time for hazel eyes to open again. His eyes are hotter than his body, which is practically branding Dean. "That's not something you forced me into, that's not something I'm confused about. I look at you, I think about you, I touch you and that's what happens. And now I've touched you and you're hard. There's something there Dean, get over yourself and let us have it."
"Sam." Dean says and his voice is flat. "I'm going to need you to get off of me."
Sam complies instantly, hands and body gone within seconds.
Without looking at him, Dean gets off the bed and leaves.
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Title: Excuse
Author: destial
Pairing: One sided Sam/Dean
Theme: 30 NaNo-Shots Special Table 2010
Prompt: Excuse
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: Sam's 16. Does that count as underage? Everything's within the above rating.
Spoilers: Pre-series, so if you saw episode one, you're good to go.
Word Count: 1004
Notes: Follows after Doubt. Now being made into awesome podfic by the lovely and talented weimar27 found here! Check often for updates!
Summary:"Hey, Sam," he says before he can think about it. Sam turns to him and Dean's not sure if he even recognizes the boy. He clears his throat and says quickly, "I thought about it."
Excuse
He decides to deal with this sooner rather than later. It isn't the Winchester Way, facing something like this head on, but Dean needs to control this situation. He really doesn't feel like being ambushed by Sam again.
When dad leaves for the bar that night, Dean sits down on one of the beds and takes a moment to look at his brother. Sam is on his computer, grinning like a fool at whatever he's reading.
It's weird, this new Sam that isn't so Sam-shaped. Sometimes he still looks at him and starts, wondering who this stranger is and where his brother is. That kind of makes this easier.
"Hey, Sam," he says before he can think about it. Sam turns to him and Dean's not sure if he even recognizes the boy. He clears his throat and says quickly, "I thought about it. Hasn't changed anything."
Sam's grin disappears but he doesn't seem too upset. He just frowns at Dean a moment before saying, "Why not?"
"Damn it Sam!" Dean exclaims. "We're brothers, that's why the hell not."
Sam shakes his head, an almost puzzled look on his face.
"No, Dean, that's just an excuse. Give me a reason - one good reason -why we shouldn't be together or at least try."
"I'm giving you one, Sam!" Dean says and he can't believe his brother really isn't getting this. "We're brothers!"
"No!" Sam shouts, suddenly on his feet. He looks angry and that's really not the reaction Dean had thought this conversation would be going in. "That's society's reason, not yours! Give me your own reason from your own thoughts!"
"Fine, you want my reason? I can't think of you like that, Sam!"
Sam blanches for a second and Dean wonders just how heartbroken he'll be. He'd made a promise, too; if Dean couldn't think of Sam romantically - really, if he couldn't think of him sexually - then that door closes, forever.
But something must have shown on Dean's face because Sam's eyes narrow and he tilts his head, as if studying Dean from a different angle might help.
Dean can't read any emotions off his face, but he's pretty sure he knows just what Sam is thinking as he says, slowly, voice dangerous and soft, "Can't or won't, Dean?"
"Can't," Dean says and he tries to put all the force and conviction he can behind the words.
At the triumphant gleam in Sam's eyes, he knows it wasn't enough.
"You can," Sam says and his voice is harsh and breathless, as if he couldn't decide whether to speak or exhale. Then his tone changes, becomes accusatory, as he repeats, "You can, Dean."
"Fine, maybe I can," Dean conceded, but he's not backing down. "Doesn't mean I will."
"But- you promised!" Sam splutters.
"I promised to think about it. Never said I'd act on it."
"That's not fair Dean!"
"Life isn't fair Sam." Dean looks away, scrubbing a hand over his mouth. With his head still tilted away, he looks back at his brother. The entire six foot whatever of Sam's new body seems to be quivering, tiny tremors that travel out from his chest and down each one of his too long limbs. It hurts Dean to see his brother like this, but everything about this day has been painful. "I love you Sam and I can't do this. Maybe I can think of you like that, but I'll never be able to act on it so drop it."
Sam's eyes flash and that's the only warning Dean gets before he's in his lap, arms wrapped tight around Dean's neck and kissing him for all he's worth.
Still needs practice, Dean thinks hazily before getting with the program enough to push Sam away. That's the plan, at least. His brother has a vice like grip going on and Dean's not double jointed enough to pry his arms away. Sam's tongue is licking along his lips but he clenches his jaw shut and growls, low in his throat, to properly express his feelings about the situation. He's considering the merits of punching Sam when his brother rocks his body forward, making Dean lose his balance - his hands had been hovering in mid air, unsure where to touch, once shoving proved useless - and he tumbles to the bed, Sam a hot weight on top of him. Sam rocks into him again and this time Dean realizes what he's doing. Sam's dick is a hot, hard line against Dean's thigh and Dean panics and begins to thrash.
Sam curses, biting Dean's lower lip - whether on purpose or not, Dean will never know - and he sits up.
"Calm down!" he snaps. "I'm just trying to prove something."
"Prove what?" Dean throws back at him, gaping. "Get off me, Sam!"
Sam glares at him as his hand darts forward and grabs Dean's crotch. Dean bucks under him - it feels like he'd just been electrocuted and he can only stare up at his brother, eyes wide and afraid.
"This, Dean," Sam growls. "This. Maybe you didn't want me before or maybe you just needed some nudging, I don't know, but you're hard for me right now. And I'm hard for you, Dean." He rocks against Dean's thigh again and he can't repress a shudder at the sensation. Dean watches the movement travel through his brother before dragging his gaze back to Sam's face, just in time for hazel eyes to open again. His eyes are hotter than his body, which is practically branding Dean. "That's not something you forced me into, that's not something I'm confused about. I look at you, I think about you, I touch you and that's what happens. And now I've touched you and you're hard. There's something there Dean, get over yourself and let us have it."
"Sam." Dean says and his voice is flat. "I'm going to need you to get off of me."
Sam complies instantly, hands and body gone within seconds.
Without looking at him, Dean gets off the bed and leaves.
Continued in : Fold