FIC: Spirit Fingers (or why Sam shouldn't drink all of Dean's whiskey) 1/1
Title: Spirit Fingers (or why Sam shouldn't drink all of Dean's whiskey)
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Category: Crackish porn, PWP
Word Count: 2084
Spoilers: General Season One and Two
Summary: Sam does the spirit fingers as an ingenious plot to get his big brother into bed.
Disclaimer: Since you didn't see this happening on the show I don't own it. :0P
Dedication: To teh_kimeye because she requested cracky fic with jazz hands. ;0P
Notes/Warnings: Thanks to sasskitten for the beta. I still claim it's an honor to beta for me... Honestly. :0P
”Dude look… Spirit fingers…”
Dean looked up from the dusty tome he’d been reading to find that Sam was indeed doing the spirit fingers, arms crossed above his head with his fingers wiggling in a very disturbing manner.
“What? I mean why? I mean… Sammy, are you on crack?”
“Nooo,” Sam said in a way that alerted Dean to the fact that even if he wasn’t on crack he was clearly on something.
“Dude, are you drunk?” Dean asked.
“Of course not,” Sam said, grinning like a not entirely sane person. Now Dean never figured Sam for a completely sane person, but he never figured him to be insane either. Dean let his eyes rake over the bed where Sam was seated, still doing the spirit fingers by the way, until he spotted his hipflask by Sam's thigh.
“You drank my whiskey?”
“Nooo,” Sam said, moving his ass so that he was now sitting on the hipflask.
“Oh damnit,” Dean groaned getting up from the chair. Bad things had a tendency to happen when Sam was drunk. He might for example make Dean promise to kill him and then remember it the next day, which was just not kosher at all. “And will you stop it with the spirit fingers!”
Sam let his hands fall to the bed, a pout forming on his face. “You’re short,” he said. “And bossy.”
Dean wondered if they’d ended up in a time loop, or if Sam's pea brain simply always thought of Dean as short and bossy, which was just not fair. The fact that Sam was a freaking giant did not make Dean short.
“Sam,” Dean said realizing it sounded dangerously close to a whine. “Why are you drunk?”
“I was bored,” Sam answered, his fingers twitching a little as Dean came to stand before him. The idiot was probably planning on doing the spirit fingers again.
“Bored? Since when do you get bored doing research, that’s my fucking job.”
“You said ‘fucking’,” Sam pointed out, dissolving into giggles.
“What are you? Five?” Dean asked in exasperation.
Sam giggled some more, letting himself flop down backwards on the bed, so that he was looking up at Dean from his back. Dean's eyes strayed for a moment to the glimpse of skin where Sam's shirt rode up to reveal his stomach, before going back to Sam's face. Sam was still grinning, his eyes glittering dangerously but he no longer seemed amused.
“Oh Dean,” Sam said. “You’re so transparent.”
Dean frowned, his heart lurching awkwardly. “What do you mean?” He asked even if he knew it was a bad idea.
“This,” Sam said simply, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up until his nipples were showing.
Dean really tried to keep his eyes trained on Sam's face, but his eyes had their own agenda that involved acres of bare skin. The muscles of Sam's stomach rippled as Sam laughed and Dean just wanted to reach out and touch.
“You know… If you do the spirit fingers, I’ll let you blow me,” Sam said casually and like that Dean's eyes whipped back to his face.
“Sam… What?”
Sam grinned. “You’re the one whining about me not getting enough sex. I thought you’d jump on the chance to be the remedy.”
“But… but…”
“We’re brothers?” Sam asked, still grinning. “I hardly think we would be the first brothers in the world to do the nasty. Besides according to certain sites on the internet half the gay boys in the world were introduced to jerking off by their big brothers.”
Dean's mouth fell open.
“You never showed me,” Sam pointed out. “I had to figure it out all by myself.”
Sam's long fingers went to his fly, undoing it deftly with a grace that belied his drunkenness. “Lying in bed one night… You sleeping just a few feet away… I was thirteen I think…” Sam had his fly open and wriggled a little to push his jeans down his thighs, pulling his boxers with them.
Dean's chin hit the floor.
“What?” Sam said teasingly. “You never figured me to be proportional.”
Dean shook his head mutely, his cock growing impossibly hard just from looking at Sam.
“Now where was I… Oh that’s right.” Sam's fingers ghosted over his erection, trailing it from the base to head. “We’d been fighting a spirit that night… You remember? The one that spewed goo all over you?”
Dean nodded, it hadn’t been one of his finest moments and it was also the only spirit they’d ever encountered that spewed slime.
“You were seventeen, growing into your body and your skills. It was the last year you were taller than me and I thought you were the shit.”
Dean smiled a little, his eyes never leaving Sam's fingers, which were still dancing over his cock. Not really stroking, just appreciating.
“You were so angry because the spirit ruined your shirt, kept going on and on about it and I couldn’t care less… All I could see was the way the slime glistened on your chest when you ripped your shirt off…” Sam chuckled. “I fell in love with you that night, so hard and so fast I didn’t know what hit me.”
Dean looked up at Sam's face in surprise, finding a self-mocking smile on his gorgeous lips. He wanted to say something to take that look off Sam's face, but then his fingers wrapped around his cock and Dean couldn’t not look.
“Later that night I found myself in bed, staring at you in the darkness with my cock achingly hard in my boxers. The moonlight illuminated your skin making your freckles stand out like they mapped the route to heaven. I touched myself then, pressing my hand against the hot throbbing between my legs.”
Dean swallowed, pressing the heel of his hand against his cock.
“I rubbed myself through my boxers, biting my lip to keep quiet and never taking my eyes off your face.”
Sam was stroking himself in earnest now, precome easing the slide of his hand as he pushed his cock through his fist.
“It took me all of ten seconds to come,” Sam said, his voice sounding breathless. “And my startled moan woke you up. I think I came again just from you looking at me, but you thought I had a bad dream.”
Dean blinked, he remembered that night. The last time he’d slept wrapped around his baby brother protecting him from the evils of the world, or as it turned out his teenaged hormones.
“I must have come ten times that night with your arms wrapped around me. I couldn’t sleep with you so close so I went at it again and again until I simply passed out and you never suspected a thing.”
Dean more or less whimpered as he shook his head.
“So how about it?” Sam asked, panting slightly. “Spirit fingers for a blow job…”
Without even bothering to argue Dean held his hands out and did a pretty good, if short, impression of a musical star on crack before dropping to his knees beside the bed. He quickly pulled Sam's jeans all the way off before settling in between his spread legs.
Looking up at Sam he put his hands on his brother’s slim hips before licking a long wet stripe from the root to the tip of Sam's impressive cock. Sam mewled, fisting the bed cover in his hands. Dean could tell it wouldn’t take long, if Sam had been telling the truth this was the culmination of almost ten years of waiting so he wouldn’t hold it against him, especially not since he was in immediate danger of creaming his pants without even touching himself.
Closing his eyes Dean let Sam's cock slide into his mouth, teasing the slit with his tongue while one of his hands came up to circle around the shaft. Sam groaned and bucked with his hips, pushing his cock further into Dean's mouth. Now Dean had never been one to back away from a challenge so he engulfed as much of the rigid organ as he possibly could, letting his fingers work their magic on the rest. It took about three seconds of idle wet suction for Sam to be reduced to a gibbering mess and another three seconds for him to come, filling Dean's mouth with jet after jet of semen until he had to give up swallowing, letting the excess dribble down on Sam's tense stomach as he lifted his head.
“Sorry,” Sam mumbled from further up the bed and Dean promptly crawled onto him to look into Sam's pleasure hazed eyes. “You got come on your chin,” Sam pointed out stupidly.
Dean made a wry face. “Looking at my position I would say that I now have come everywhere.”
Sam smiled, lifting a hand up to touch Dean's cheek before his hand slipped around Dean's neck and pulled him down for a long messy kiss with lots of tongue and a touch of spirit fingers against the back of Dean's skull.
“So…” Sam said when they broke apart for air. “Want me to do something about…”
He trailed off, letting the hand on Dean's head slip down to squeeze his ass instead. Dean groaned in appreciation grinding his erection into Sam's stomach. It felt as if he’d been denied release for years and not about twenty minutes. Sam easily flipped them over, pressing Dean into the mattress with his bulk.
Sam grinned down at him and Dean started to suspect that maybe he wasn’t drunk at all, just slightly retarded. Not that he cared with Sam shifting his hips against him just like that.
“Tell me what you want,” Sam murmured, lifting one of Dean's hands to his lips and licking the fingertips softly.
Dean shuddered with pleasure. “Anything,” he panted. “But you better do it fast.”
“Awww,” Sam said teasingly, slowly sliding down Dean's body. “Did watching me come apart turn you on big brother?”
Dean just groaned, when had Sam become such a cock tease anyway? Sam's fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled Dean's leaking cock out. Dean glanced down for a few seconds but the sight of Sam staring at his cock like it was the best thing in the world proved too much, so he let his head flop down again.
“You know… You’re not exactly small yourself,” Sam said after a few moments of silence.
Dean grinned up at the roof. “Never said I… oh GOD yeah… was.”
He had to lift his head again to see Sam with his lips wrapped around Dean's cock, his too long bangs getting in his face. He reached down and pulled the hair back, their eyes locking for a second and just like that Dean was coming, pushing Sam down as his hips strained upwards. Sam made a choked little noise but he swallowed like a pro until Dean remembered his manners and lifted his hand from Sam's hair.
Sam let Dean's cock slip from his lips with a wet sound and grinned up at him. Dean got hold of his arm and simply pulled him up until he could kiss that grin right of Sam's face because damned if it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing Dean had ever seen. When Dean finally felt like letting his little brother up for air, Sam was all out of breath and his grin had only gotten wider.
“Oh you got it bad for me,” Sam said. “Your own little brother Dean…”
Dean growled and pulled him down for another kiss. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured into Sam's ear. “Getting your panties in a twist for your big brother.”
Sam just grinned and snuggled up to Dean, wrapping his impossibly long limbs around his prone body. Now it wasn’t the most comfortable position Dean had ever slept in, sideways over the bed with his jeans halfway down his thighs and his feet on the floor. But the way Sam relaxed against him, pushing his face into the crook of Dean's neck made it the best position ever. He might even have whispered the three little words into Sam's hair, had Sam not chosen that moment to do the spirit fingers against his chest.
“Annoying little fucker,” Dean grumbled.
“And you love me for it,” Sam responded and there really wasn’t anything to say to that, so Dean just pressed a kiss to Sam's hair and pulled him a little closer.
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Category: Crackish porn, PWP
Word Count: 2084
Spoilers: General Season One and Two
Summary: Sam does the spirit fingers as an ingenious plot to get his big brother into bed.
Disclaimer: Since you didn't see this happening on the show I don't own it. :0P
Dedication: To teh_kimeye because she requested cracky fic with jazz hands. ;0P
Notes/Warnings: Thanks to sasskitten for the beta. I still claim it's an honor to beta for me... Honestly. :0P
”Dude look… Spirit fingers…”
Dean looked up from the dusty tome he’d been reading to find that Sam was indeed doing the spirit fingers, arms crossed above his head with his fingers wiggling in a very disturbing manner.
“What? I mean why? I mean… Sammy, are you on crack?”
“Nooo,” Sam said in a way that alerted Dean to the fact that even if he wasn’t on crack he was clearly on something.
“Dude, are you drunk?” Dean asked.
“Of course not,” Sam said, grinning like a not entirely sane person. Now Dean never figured Sam for a completely sane person, but he never figured him to be insane either. Dean let his eyes rake over the bed where Sam was seated, still doing the spirit fingers by the way, until he spotted his hipflask by Sam's thigh.
“You drank my whiskey?”
“Nooo,” Sam said, moving his ass so that he was now sitting on the hipflask.
“Oh damnit,” Dean groaned getting up from the chair. Bad things had a tendency to happen when Sam was drunk. He might for example make Dean promise to kill him and then remember it the next day, which was just not kosher at all. “And will you stop it with the spirit fingers!”
Sam let his hands fall to the bed, a pout forming on his face. “You’re short,” he said. “And bossy.”
Dean wondered if they’d ended up in a time loop, or if Sam's pea brain simply always thought of Dean as short and bossy, which was just not fair. The fact that Sam was a freaking giant did not make Dean short.
“Sam,” Dean said realizing it sounded dangerously close to a whine. “Why are you drunk?”
“I was bored,” Sam answered, his fingers twitching a little as Dean came to stand before him. The idiot was probably planning on doing the spirit fingers again.
“Bored? Since when do you get bored doing research, that’s my fucking job.”
“You said ‘fucking’,” Sam pointed out, dissolving into giggles.
“What are you? Five?” Dean asked in exasperation.
Sam giggled some more, letting himself flop down backwards on the bed, so that he was looking up at Dean from his back. Dean's eyes strayed for a moment to the glimpse of skin where Sam's shirt rode up to reveal his stomach, before going back to Sam's face. Sam was still grinning, his eyes glittering dangerously but he no longer seemed amused.
“Oh Dean,” Sam said. “You’re so transparent.”
Dean frowned, his heart lurching awkwardly. “What do you mean?” He asked even if he knew it was a bad idea.
“This,” Sam said simply, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up until his nipples were showing.
Dean really tried to keep his eyes trained on Sam's face, but his eyes had their own agenda that involved acres of bare skin. The muscles of Sam's stomach rippled as Sam laughed and Dean just wanted to reach out and touch.
“You know… If you do the spirit fingers, I’ll let you blow me,” Sam said casually and like that Dean's eyes whipped back to his face.
“Sam… What?”
Sam grinned. “You’re the one whining about me not getting enough sex. I thought you’d jump on the chance to be the remedy.”
“But… but…”
“We’re brothers?” Sam asked, still grinning. “I hardly think we would be the first brothers in the world to do the nasty. Besides according to certain sites on the internet half the gay boys in the world were introduced to jerking off by their big brothers.”
Dean's mouth fell open.
“You never showed me,” Sam pointed out. “I had to figure it out all by myself.”
Sam's long fingers went to his fly, undoing it deftly with a grace that belied his drunkenness. “Lying in bed one night… You sleeping just a few feet away… I was thirteen I think…” Sam had his fly open and wriggled a little to push his jeans down his thighs, pulling his boxers with them.
Dean's chin hit the floor.
“What?” Sam said teasingly. “You never figured me to be proportional.”
Dean shook his head mutely, his cock growing impossibly hard just from looking at Sam.
“Now where was I… Oh that’s right.” Sam's fingers ghosted over his erection, trailing it from the base to head. “We’d been fighting a spirit that night… You remember? The one that spewed goo all over you?”
Dean nodded, it hadn’t been one of his finest moments and it was also the only spirit they’d ever encountered that spewed slime.
“You were seventeen, growing into your body and your skills. It was the last year you were taller than me and I thought you were the shit.”
Dean smiled a little, his eyes never leaving Sam's fingers, which were still dancing over his cock. Not really stroking, just appreciating.
“You were so angry because the spirit ruined your shirt, kept going on and on about it and I couldn’t care less… All I could see was the way the slime glistened on your chest when you ripped your shirt off…” Sam chuckled. “I fell in love with you that night, so hard and so fast I didn’t know what hit me.”
Dean looked up at Sam's face in surprise, finding a self-mocking smile on his gorgeous lips. He wanted to say something to take that look off Sam's face, but then his fingers wrapped around his cock and Dean couldn’t not look.
“Later that night I found myself in bed, staring at you in the darkness with my cock achingly hard in my boxers. The moonlight illuminated your skin making your freckles stand out like they mapped the route to heaven. I touched myself then, pressing my hand against the hot throbbing between my legs.”
Dean swallowed, pressing the heel of his hand against his cock.
“I rubbed myself through my boxers, biting my lip to keep quiet and never taking my eyes off your face.”
Sam was stroking himself in earnest now, precome easing the slide of his hand as he pushed his cock through his fist.
“It took me all of ten seconds to come,” Sam said, his voice sounding breathless. “And my startled moan woke you up. I think I came again just from you looking at me, but you thought I had a bad dream.”
Dean blinked, he remembered that night. The last time he’d slept wrapped around his baby brother protecting him from the evils of the world, or as it turned out his teenaged hormones.
“I must have come ten times that night with your arms wrapped around me. I couldn’t sleep with you so close so I went at it again and again until I simply passed out and you never suspected a thing.”
Dean more or less whimpered as he shook his head.
“So how about it?” Sam asked, panting slightly. “Spirit fingers for a blow job…”
Without even bothering to argue Dean held his hands out and did a pretty good, if short, impression of a musical star on crack before dropping to his knees beside the bed. He quickly pulled Sam's jeans all the way off before settling in between his spread legs.
Looking up at Sam he put his hands on his brother’s slim hips before licking a long wet stripe from the root to the tip of Sam's impressive cock. Sam mewled, fisting the bed cover in his hands. Dean could tell it wouldn’t take long, if Sam had been telling the truth this was the culmination of almost ten years of waiting so he wouldn’t hold it against him, especially not since he was in immediate danger of creaming his pants without even touching himself.
Closing his eyes Dean let Sam's cock slide into his mouth, teasing the slit with his tongue while one of his hands came up to circle around the shaft. Sam groaned and bucked with his hips, pushing his cock further into Dean's mouth. Now Dean had never been one to back away from a challenge so he engulfed as much of the rigid organ as he possibly could, letting his fingers work their magic on the rest. It took about three seconds of idle wet suction for Sam to be reduced to a gibbering mess and another three seconds for him to come, filling Dean's mouth with jet after jet of semen until he had to give up swallowing, letting the excess dribble down on Sam's tense stomach as he lifted his head.
“Sorry,” Sam mumbled from further up the bed and Dean promptly crawled onto him to look into Sam's pleasure hazed eyes. “You got come on your chin,” Sam pointed out stupidly.
Dean made a wry face. “Looking at my position I would say that I now have come everywhere.”
Sam smiled, lifting a hand up to touch Dean's cheek before his hand slipped around Dean's neck and pulled him down for a long messy kiss with lots of tongue and a touch of spirit fingers against the back of Dean's skull.
“So…” Sam said when they broke apart for air. “Want me to do something about…”
He trailed off, letting the hand on Dean's head slip down to squeeze his ass instead. Dean groaned in appreciation grinding his erection into Sam's stomach. It felt as if he’d been denied release for years and not about twenty minutes. Sam easily flipped them over, pressing Dean into the mattress with his bulk.
Sam grinned down at him and Dean started to suspect that maybe he wasn’t drunk at all, just slightly retarded. Not that he cared with Sam shifting his hips against him just like that.
“Tell me what you want,” Sam murmured, lifting one of Dean's hands to his lips and licking the fingertips softly.
Dean shuddered with pleasure. “Anything,” he panted. “But you better do it fast.”
“Awww,” Sam said teasingly, slowly sliding down Dean's body. “Did watching me come apart turn you on big brother?”
Dean just groaned, when had Sam become such a cock tease anyway? Sam's fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled Dean's leaking cock out. Dean glanced down for a few seconds but the sight of Sam staring at his cock like it was the best thing in the world proved too much, so he let his head flop down again.
“You know… You’re not exactly small yourself,” Sam said after a few moments of silence.
Dean grinned up at the roof. “Never said I… oh GOD yeah… was.”
He had to lift his head again to see Sam with his lips wrapped around Dean's cock, his too long bangs getting in his face. He reached down and pulled the hair back, their eyes locking for a second and just like that Dean was coming, pushing Sam down as his hips strained upwards. Sam made a choked little noise but he swallowed like a pro until Dean remembered his manners and lifted his hand from Sam's hair.
Sam let Dean's cock slip from his lips with a wet sound and grinned up at him. Dean got hold of his arm and simply pulled him up until he could kiss that grin right of Sam's face because damned if it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing Dean had ever seen. When Dean finally felt like letting his little brother up for air, Sam was all out of breath and his grin had only gotten wider.
“Oh you got it bad for me,” Sam said. “Your own little brother Dean…”
Dean growled and pulled him down for another kiss. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured into Sam's ear. “Getting your panties in a twist for your big brother.”
Sam just grinned and snuggled up to Dean, wrapping his impossibly long limbs around his prone body. Now it wasn’t the most comfortable position Dean had ever slept in, sideways over the bed with his jeans halfway down his thighs and his feet on the floor. But the way Sam relaxed against him, pushing his face into the crook of Dean's neck made it the best position ever. He might even have whispered the three little words into Sam's hair, had Sam not chosen that moment to do the spirit fingers against his chest.
“Annoying little fucker,” Dean grumbled.
“And you love me for it,” Sam responded and there really wasn’t anything to say to that, so Dean just pressed a kiss to Sam's hair and pulled him a little closer.