The Benefits of a Break ; Ficlet.
Title : The Benefits of a Break
Rating : A fairly light R/Heavy PG-13
Pairing : Dean/Sam
Summary : Taking a break from hunting just might come with it's perks.
Notes : I would like to thank the super duper amazing fifthofdecember for helping with the beta of this little ficlet!
Another old hotel room and another case. Dean's muscles were sore and his eyes tired from a day that lasted far too long. Sammy had gone to bed long ago and he'd taken the peace and quiet to his advantage, meditating on life as it was and how completely boring it was to have down time. He should be grateful, happy to be able to take a breather, but he's not.
Dean tries to find comfort in the shower, the warm water friendly caressing his tortured bare flesh. The scars stretched for miles, from hell and from Earth, all equally vicious against his deep creamy skin. His latest wound stung beneath the water, his teeth gritting together and his eyes closing so tight it looked like he was trying to force the pain from every limb.
"Dean?" The sweet voice surprised him, a shout in the silence of the bathroom.
"Did I wake you?" His voice was rough like leather, deep and aged like the man he is.
Dean reached for his towel, his brother's eyes meeting his own for just the barest of moments. They both knew it was bound to happen, just like it always did. Sam walked forward then, his eyes filled with intent and heat and love. Their bodies met, hitting together like the crack of thunder. It was frantic, hands here and clothes there and that damn towel somewhere in between.
Dean didn't remember moving to the bed, so lost in the taste of Sam's skin, love bites growing and lacing their way across Sam's neck and down his stomach, leading directly to where his brother lay in between his legs. Dean looked up, his eyes meeting Sam's as he sucked Sam in, his tongue swirling around the tip as Sam moaned for him and wrapped his fingers tightly around his neck.
It was sweet and gentle, a love making more than a simple fuck. Dean pressing deep into Sam's body was like reaching forward into his brother's soul, connecting in a way beyond any imaginable words. Sam's fingers wrapped around Dean's waist as he pushed in deeper until together Sam and he could see stars. It was perfect, always so perfect and suddenly down time wasn't so bad.
Rating : A fairly light R/Heavy PG-13
Pairing : Dean/Sam
Summary : Taking a break from hunting just might come with it's perks.
Notes : I would like to thank the super duper amazing fifthofdecember for helping with the beta of this little ficlet!
Another old hotel room and another case. Dean's muscles were sore and his eyes tired from a day that lasted far too long. Sammy had gone to bed long ago and he'd taken the peace and quiet to his advantage, meditating on life as it was and how completely boring it was to have down time. He should be grateful, happy to be able to take a breather, but he's not.
Dean tries to find comfort in the shower, the warm water friendly caressing his tortured bare flesh. The scars stretched for miles, from hell and from Earth, all equally vicious against his deep creamy skin. His latest wound stung beneath the water, his teeth gritting together and his eyes closing so tight it looked like he was trying to force the pain from every limb.
"Dean?" The sweet voice surprised him, a shout in the silence of the bathroom.
"Did I wake you?" His voice was rough like leather, deep and aged like the man he is.
Dean reached for his towel, his brother's eyes meeting his own for just the barest of moments. They both knew it was bound to happen, just like it always did. Sam walked forward then, his eyes filled with intent and heat and love. Their bodies met, hitting together like the crack of thunder. It was frantic, hands here and clothes there and that damn towel somewhere in between.
Dean didn't remember moving to the bed, so lost in the taste of Sam's skin, love bites growing and lacing their way across Sam's neck and down his stomach, leading directly to where his brother lay in between his legs. Dean looked up, his eyes meeting Sam's as he sucked Sam in, his tongue swirling around the tip as Sam moaned for him and wrapped his fingers tightly around his neck.
It was sweet and gentle, a love making more than a simple fuck. Dean pressing deep into Sam's body was like reaching forward into his brother's soul, connecting in a way beyond any imaginable words. Sam's fingers wrapped around Dean's waist as he pushed in deeper until together Sam and he could see stars. It was perfect, always so perfect and suddenly down time wasn't so bad.