9 - I do what I want, RNG! 1st_psychic_kidDecember 13 2011, 02:08:05 UTC
[Hmmm. Late dinner on the road. Sam finished his little wrap thing and was just about to get to dessert. Mmmm. Fruit salad. Best dessert ever. But he knew Dean would have a problem with that statement but he didn't care. He loved fruit. He took a bite and let out a happy sigh, thinking. Sam wasn't entirely sure that they were going to a job or not this trip.] So where exactly are we going?
[Dean was drumming one hand on the steering wheel as they sped down the road. He did, in fact, have a destination in mind.] Savannah, GA. Since we don't have a case on deck at the moment, I figured we could check out one of the most haunted cities in the nation and see what trouble we can dig up there. Sound good?
[He was having no part of Sam's fruit salad. He had a giant chocolate chip cookie in his free hand that he was steadily devouring. That was a real dessert!]
We plannin' on ruining their tourist attractions? [Sam smiled over at his big brother, popping a piece of sweet, juicy honeydew into his mouth. Mmmm... He could eat honeydew all day and it'd never get boring. Next was a piece of watermelon though. The fruit was perfectly ripe and just the right amount of juicy. Fuck Dean's cookie. Sam had fruit.]
Like they'll stop telling the stories if the ghosts disappear. Half of them never had real ghosts to begin with. [Dean shrugged. Mostly he just wanted a crack at River Street. The place was supposed to have half a dozen different bars, a gambling cruise, and a candy shop that made candy right in front of you.]
[He finished off his cookie and brushed the crumbs off on his jeans. Ahhhhh. Excellent.]
[Sam nodded. Dean was right. Half of them were only "he said/she said" bologna and the other half were probably just echos or something. But Mmmmm... yummy fruit. You know what fruit reminded him of? Sex. Especially if Dean tasted like fruit and honey. Mmmmmm. He continued eating his little fruit salad, probably sounding like he was enjoying it a little too much.]
Hhmmmm? [Sam looked over, a happy, care free expression on his face. Dean looked damn hot right now. He always looked hot though. No... Now he looked really really hot. Sitting there with his hands on the wheel like that, the faint glow of the dashboard highlighting that beautiful jaw line and cheekbones. Yeah... He needed to have him right now.] Dean... Lets have sex.
[The amused look Dean was cultivating when Sam looked over like that slowly morphed into confusion. Interest, yes, but also confusion.] What? Right now?
[Sam nodded, and set down the empty container that held the fruit salad.] Yeah... right now. [One hand moved to the other mans's thigh, slowly moving to rub gently at Dean's crotch.]
[There were a great many things in the world Dean could argue with. He liked arguing. He could not, however, argue with Sam's hand on his crotch. He shifted in his seat and fixated on the road, looking for somewhere to pull off that would be secluded enough. Thank goodness it was late and they were on a pretty empty stretch of road.]
[Sam nibbled at his own lower lip, smiling at Dean as he slid closer on the bench seat. Even since they started being together, Sam loved that the Impala had bench seats and took advantage of that fact all the time. Sam slid close enough to nibble at Dean's neck as his hand worked over Dean's crotch, his other arm slipping around the back of the other man's shoulders.]
Holy fuck, Sammy. [Dean was having a hell of a time concentrating on the road with Sam all over him like that. It wasn't a bad thing, though. Dean could already feel himself rock hard inside his jeans, pushing up into his brother's hand.] What's gotten into you?
[Finally! He spied a little access road off the highway and turned off. About half a mile down, he pulled over to the side and killed the engine. It was dark. Nothing but trees all around.]
What... I can't want sex outside the bed? You just looked so fucking hot sitting there, hands on the wheel. You know... Sometimes I get jealous of the car. The way you touch her. [Sam's voice was heavy and thick with lust, his breath ghosting over the space behind Dean's ear. His hand still worked over Dean's crotch, moving to undo the other man's belt once the car was shut off. The silence from outside gave Sam idea... He'd make Dean scream for him. Yeah... That sounded good.]
Dude, you can want sex wherever and whenever you want. No complaints here. [He blinked at the jealousy over the car, but then Sam was working at his belt and words seemed so overrated. He looked down, watching those long, nimble fingers open his belt and jeans. No idea what Sam had planned, but he kind of suspected that whatever it was was going to be awesome.]
Good. [He growled the word, his teeth worrying over Dean's earlobe. Sam hoped it'd be awesome. It certainly sounded like a good idea in his head and when had his imagination ever steered him wrong? His hand made it's way into the slit in Dean's boxers and pulled Dean free of those tight fitting jeans.]
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[He was having no part of Sam's fruit salad. He had a giant chocolate chip cookie in his free hand that he was steadily devouring. That was a real dessert!]
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[He finished off his cookie and brushed the crumbs off on his jeans. Ahhhhh. Excellent.]
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[Finally! He spied a little access road off the highway and turned off. About half a mile down, he pulled over to the side and killed the engine. It was dark. Nothing but trees all around.]
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