Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
[Okay, let's start this thing and see if we can get even mildly grubby!]
"Um," Sam said carefully, somewhere behind Dean.
It was Sam's "I think something is wrong" voice #281 - the "Dean what prank have you played on me while I was asleep" voice with an edge of "just how drunk was I last night". No actual panic. Worth waking up, not worth opening eyes, not until potential for actual mocking presented itself.
Okay then.
The sheets were too soft. Also, they were sort of stuck to Dean's cheek.
"Gross," he mumbled.
He wriggled a bit, trying to move his head off what had apparently been a stellar wet patch a while ago. It didn't work, because there was an arm lying heavily over his neck and shoulders. Also, now he thought about it, hips snugged up against the small of his back. Naked ones.
"Sam," he mumbled, "gerroffmyneck."
"I'm not touching your neck, Dean," Sam grumped, in "we have more important things to worry about right now, Dean, ohmygod, how is this my life and how am I related to you and I think I got my panties in a
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[A few patches of grub! Come on, boys! You can do it!]
Gabriel's grin went covetous and he dived back in, pinning Sam's hips with one forearm to free up his other hand. Sam turned into a pleading, writhing mess, the kind that told Dean pretty clearly exactly where Gabriel's tongue was and what he was doing with the fingers moving just out of Dean's sight, and just how over-sensitised Sam's...
A hot, heavy weight landed across Dean's hips, and his eyes snapped back front and centre.
Huh. Castiel. Naked Castiel. Sitting on him. Naked. Staring at him. Looking lustful. Dean hadn't even known he could do that. And he hadn't been willing to swear that there was actually skin under all those clothes either. Apparently there was. Skin. Lots of skin. Very very noticeable. Especially where... oh, holy shit. Bruises. Hands and fingers around his wrists, at his shoulders, above his hips in the soft curve of his waist. Some of them Dean's, he was pretty sure, but definitely not all of them. Teeth, bites, neck and throat and jaw and thigh and
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YESSSS!! That was absolutely perfect! I suppose I should have clarified, but when I said filthy, what I really meant was that I wanted sexin'. Not that I don't adore sleepy tangled up cuddles, but these days I can't seem to find anything else. So SEX! YES BABY! THANK YOU!!! *grovels at your feet*
NEW FAVOURITE PHRASE. Also, it's far too long since I read any Team Free Will four-in-a-bed, so YAY. This is all hot, but the Absolute Hottest Thing is Cas liking the bruises and deciding not to heal them. Guh.
Poor Dean. That is so confusing for him, when yesterday he thought Cas was this glowery virginal thing whose clothes were a permanent fixture and now there's a naked marked-up Cas riding him and liking it. Fortunately his brain never really got a chance to come back online to mess things up.
Uhm. Okay. Clearly I didn't make it clear enough that Sam's freak-out was all about 'what, I do not remember what happened and I would like to hash it all out right now in great detail' rather than 'oh no that was a bad bad thing we did and I regret it', and that Gabriel was diverting his attention to more pleasant activities rather than compelling him into them. I'll make it a little clearer in the edited version on my journal and at AO3. Apologies if it came across as in any way dub- or non-con - it was certainly not intended in that way! Unfortunately in hastily-written (and, being comments, uneditable) fics like this, when I don't even read back to the start again before posting the final part, possible misinterpretations like that can slip through. :(
Nononono!!! Haha I knew why Gabriel was distracting Sam! What I meant is tht it was insanely hot the wahewnt aou oing it! when I said i was gonna cry I ment because of the awesomeness of what gabriel did!! Hehe I knew what you ment ! It was a misinterpretation!!srry! I'll be clearer nxt time :) youre story was awesome
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"Um," Sam said carefully, somewhere behind Dean.
It was Sam's "I think something is wrong" voice #281 - the "Dean what prank have you played on me while I was asleep" voice with an edge of "just how drunk was I last night". No actual panic. Worth waking up, not worth opening eyes, not until potential for actual mocking presented itself.
Okay then.
The sheets were too soft. Also, they were sort of stuck to Dean's cheek.
"Gross," he mumbled.
He wriggled a bit, trying to move his head off what had apparently been a stellar wet patch a while ago. It didn't work, because there was an arm lying heavily over his neck and shoulders. Also, now he thought about it, hips snugged up against the small of his back. Naked ones.
"Sam," he mumbled, "gerroffmyneck."
"I'm not touching your neck, Dean," Sam grumped, in "we have more important things to worry about right now, Dean, ohmygod, how is this my life and how am I related to you and I think I got my panties in a ( ... )
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Gabriel's grin went covetous and he dived back in, pinning Sam's hips with one forearm to free up his other hand. Sam turned into a pleading, writhing mess, the kind that told Dean pretty clearly exactly where Gabriel's tongue was and what he was doing with the fingers moving just out of Dean's sight, and just how over-sensitised Sam's...
A hot, heavy weight landed across Dean's hips, and his eyes snapped back front and centre.
Huh. Castiel. Naked Castiel. Sitting on him. Naked. Staring at him. Looking lustful. Dean hadn't even known he could do that. And he hadn't been willing to swear that there was actually skin under all those clothes either. Apparently there was. Skin. Lots of skin. Very very noticeable. Especially where... oh, holy shit. Bruises. Hands and fingers around his wrists, at his shoulders, above his hips in the soft curve of his waist. Some of them Dean's, he was pretty sure, but definitely not all of them. Teeth, bites, neck and throat and jaw and thigh and ( ... )
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Castiel settled full on top of him, panting low like a growl, and his hand spread out warm and almost gentle over Dean's stomach.
Dean felt, dimly and distantly, that he ought to be surprised. Apparently Castiel was a toppy son of a bitch. Who knew?
Castiel moved, and Dean's brain whited out. Nope. No surprise here ( ... )
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So hot. Guh!
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NEW FAVOURITE PHRASE. Also, it's far too long since I read any Team Free Will four-in-a-bed, so YAY. This is all hot, but the Absolute Hottest Thing is Cas liking the bruises and deciding not to heal them. Guh.
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Sam...Gabriel just...took him :')
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