[Slash] Pumpkin Cheesecake Pie, Sam/Dean, Prompt 12: Hunger [Nano]
Title: Pumpkin Cheesecake Pie
Author anyothergirl415
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: Nano Table
Prompt(s): 12 - Hunger
Words: ~545
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I had my way, this would be the show. Very seldom do I have my way.
Summary: Obligatory Thanksgiving story. Enough said.
“Seriously Dean?” Sam asked slowly, eyebrows lifting up in what shouldn’t have been surprise. No, Sam should no longer be shocked that his brother could pile away so much food but he really couldn’t help wondering where his brother put it all.
Dean grinned around his fork, sucking off the remaining smears of food. “Damn dude, who was the fuckin’ genius who thought of putting cheesecake and pumpkin pie together. I want to worship them, possibly impregnate them with my love child so we’ll have the ultimate kid made of their genius brains and dashingly handsome looks.”
If it were possible for Sam’s eyebrows to get any higher, they would have connected with his hair line. Pushing up from his chair, Sam walked over to the half eaten pie, smeared his finger along the side and brought it up to sniff. Frowning slightly, he let his tongue flick along the substance, “Well… I don’t think it’s poisoned.”
“Poisoned?” Dean scoffed and stuffed yet another forkful into his mouth. “Why would someone poison my pie?”
“Because you just said you wanted to impregnate someone with your love child. Seriously dude, I’ve accepted that you’re fuckin’ weird sometimes but… seriously.”
“If you say seriously one more time I’ma shove the rest of this pie into your face,” Dean mumbled, smirking around his fork.
“But your precious pie,” Sam mocked and kicked off his shoes. It didn’t seem possible that Dean could keep going. He’d already had one giant turkey leg, two heaping spoonfuls of stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn, sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce. And Sam was fairly certain he’d seen him sneak a piece of apple pie ala mode. “You’re gonna be in a food coma for hours.”
“Days probably,” Dean nodded and finally dropped his fork. “Give me a break, I only get to eat like this once a year.”
Sam snorted his laugh, “And yet that doesn’t seem to stop you from eating pretty close to this the other three hundred and sixty four days of the year.”
“Pie. Face.” Dean threatened, but since he accompanied the words with a large groan and fingers unhooking his button from the top of his jeans, it was less intimidating and more… pathetic.
Rolling his eyes, Sam hooked his fingers under the fabric of his shirt and tugged it up and over his head, tossing the fabric to the side, “Well I suppose you’re too worked up to do anything now… guess I’ll just have to take care of my own needs.”
Dean’s face lit up with his perfect chesire cat grin as he straightened out in his chair. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he patted his lap, “c’mon dude, come sit on san-“
“Dean,” Sam cut him off, eyes widening, fingers hesitating on his zipper, “I swear to god if you say santa’s lap I will end you.”
Snorting, Dean wiggled his pants down over his hips, boxers in tow. His eyebrows lifted slightly in suggestion as his fingers slid around his cock and stroked slowly, “So you gonna leave me hangin’ here or what?”
Sam sighed even as he pushed his jeans down, “god you’re insatiable.”
“And you’re totally my bitch,” Dean shrugged and Sam was not surprised to see his smirk.
Author anyothergirl415
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: Nano Table
Prompt(s): 12 - Hunger
Words: ~545
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I had my way, this would be the show. Very seldom do I have my way.
Summary: Obligatory Thanksgiving story. Enough said.
“Seriously Dean?” Sam asked slowly, eyebrows lifting up in what shouldn’t have been surprise. No, Sam should no longer be shocked that his brother could pile away so much food but he really couldn’t help wondering where his brother put it all.
Dean grinned around his fork, sucking off the remaining smears of food. “Damn dude, who was the fuckin’ genius who thought of putting cheesecake and pumpkin pie together. I want to worship them, possibly impregnate them with my love child so we’ll have the ultimate kid made of their genius brains and dashingly handsome looks.”
If it were possible for Sam’s eyebrows to get any higher, they would have connected with his hair line. Pushing up from his chair, Sam walked over to the half eaten pie, smeared his finger along the side and brought it up to sniff. Frowning slightly, he let his tongue flick along the substance, “Well… I don’t think it’s poisoned.”
“Poisoned?” Dean scoffed and stuffed yet another forkful into his mouth. “Why would someone poison my pie?”
“Because you just said you wanted to impregnate someone with your love child. Seriously dude, I’ve accepted that you’re fuckin’ weird sometimes but… seriously.”
“If you say seriously one more time I’ma shove the rest of this pie into your face,” Dean mumbled, smirking around his fork.
“But your precious pie,” Sam mocked and kicked off his shoes. It didn’t seem possible that Dean could keep going. He’d already had one giant turkey leg, two heaping spoonfuls of stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn, sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce. And Sam was fairly certain he’d seen him sneak a piece of apple pie ala mode. “You’re gonna be in a food coma for hours.”
“Days probably,” Dean nodded and finally dropped his fork. “Give me a break, I only get to eat like this once a year.”
Sam snorted his laugh, “And yet that doesn’t seem to stop you from eating pretty close to this the other three hundred and sixty four days of the year.”
“Pie. Face.” Dean threatened, but since he accompanied the words with a large groan and fingers unhooking his button from the top of his jeans, it was less intimidating and more… pathetic.
Rolling his eyes, Sam hooked his fingers under the fabric of his shirt and tugged it up and over his head, tossing the fabric to the side, “Well I suppose you’re too worked up to do anything now… guess I’ll just have to take care of my own needs.”
Dean’s face lit up with his perfect chesire cat grin as he straightened out in his chair. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he patted his lap, “c’mon dude, come sit on san-“
“Dean,” Sam cut him off, eyes widening, fingers hesitating on his zipper, “I swear to god if you say santa’s lap I will end you.”
Snorting, Dean wiggled his pants down over his hips, boxers in tow. His eyebrows lifted slightly in suggestion as his fingers slid around his cock and stroked slowly, “So you gonna leave me hangin’ here or what?”
Sam sighed even as he pushed his jeans down, “god you’re insatiable.”
“And you’re totally my bitch,” Dean shrugged and Sam was not surprised to see his smirk.