Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, Sex, Prompt #5.
Title: Fire That's Closest Kept
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Table: Sex
Prompt: #5 Burn
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Incest, masochism/firekink
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's so wrong that he wants to feel this.
It's so wrong that he wants to feel the flame against his skin, that he wants to be burnt. He doesn't need to be told that, and he could never figure out how he thought Sam would react -- disgust? Anger? Hurt? Fear for him? It's not that he wants to die, and it has very little to do with their mom and Sam's girlfriend. It's just a little of that. He remembers the searing heat in the house, the flame's breath against his skin, and he remembers running from it even as he craved the heat of it, the kiss. It's something like the way he feels about Sam: you get too close and you're bound to get burnt, but you can't keep away, and at the same time you have this crazy idea that the burn will never hurt you.
He never expected Sam to understand, and yet it makes crazy amounts of sense that he does. Dean lies still under his little brother's touch, holding in tremors of want, sucking in a breath when Sam touches him with just his fingertips, making a noise like he just got burnt. He half-expects a mark on his skin.
He goes breathless, though, when Sam holds the candle close to his skin. The hot shock of wax against his chest makes him gasp, but it's the kiss of the flame that makes him jerk, makes him harder than he's ever been in his whole life.
Sam's eyes are bright as flames. Dean thinks he'll melt, become nothing, under those eyes, that touch. He moans Sam's name as Sam holds the flame right against his skin, right to the edge of too much.
"Sam," he whispers, like a prayer, and Sam smiles down at him, and he's liquid-hot, he's gone, he's lost.
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Table: Sex
Prompt: #5 Burn
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Incest, masochism/firekink
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's so wrong that he wants to feel this.
It's so wrong that he wants to feel the flame against his skin, that he wants to be burnt. He doesn't need to be told that, and he could never figure out how he thought Sam would react -- disgust? Anger? Hurt? Fear for him? It's not that he wants to die, and it has very little to do with their mom and Sam's girlfriend. It's just a little of that. He remembers the searing heat in the house, the flame's breath against his skin, and he remembers running from it even as he craved the heat of it, the kiss. It's something like the way he feels about Sam: you get too close and you're bound to get burnt, but you can't keep away, and at the same time you have this crazy idea that the burn will never hurt you.
He never expected Sam to understand, and yet it makes crazy amounts of sense that he does. Dean lies still under his little brother's touch, holding in tremors of want, sucking in a breath when Sam touches him with just his fingertips, making a noise like he just got burnt. He half-expects a mark on his skin.
He goes breathless, though, when Sam holds the candle close to his skin. The hot shock of wax against his chest makes him gasp, but it's the kiss of the flame that makes him jerk, makes him harder than he's ever been in his whole life.
Sam's eyes are bright as flames. Dean thinks he'll melt, become nothing, under those eyes, that touch. He moans Sam's name as Sam holds the flame right against his skin, right to the edge of too much.
"Sam," he whispers, like a prayer, and Sam smiles down at him, and he's liquid-hot, he's gone, he's lost.