The Many Layers of Dean and Sam Winchester; Dean/Sam; NC-17
Title: The Many Layers of Dean and Sam Winchester
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 800
Summary: Just a little interlude when Sam wonders out loud to Dean about why the boys wear so many layers. Dean's response and then what happens later when they get to the motel.
1. Layers
Sam and Dean were in the Impala headed to another small town with a big problem.
Needing to kill some time, Sam said, "Hey, Dean?"
"What Sammy?"
"I've always wondered, ever since I was a kid and you helped me get dressed every day…"
"Yeah?"
"Well, why do we always wear so many layers?"
"Huh?"
"It makes sense if we lived in Vancouver, but dude, we're in Texas now. It's hot here and we work out so hard and we are totally cut, and no one gets to see that we have really hard bodies."
"We see. Isn't that enough?"
2. Peeling Back the Layers
"You said that it should be enough that we see each other?" Said Sam sitting in a chair staring at Dean.
"Show me."
Dean's eyes grew wide.
"Come on. Jacket, off."
"Now your boots."
"Fuck it, the rest of it. Now."
Dean did as he was told.
He got all tingly when Sammy took control.
Sam stroked his cock as Dean stood naked before him.
"Let me see you touch yourself…"
Dean grabbed his cock, stopped, catching what Sam threw him, a bottle of lube.
"Not your cock…Let me see you with your fingers inside of yourself pretending it's me."
3. No Layers Left
After watching Dean fucking himself on his own fingers, Sam needed more.
"Stop."
Dean looked at Sam questioningly.
"I need to see more, want you to see too."
Sam stood, walked over to Dean, grabbed the back of his head, kissed him hard.
"Over there," Sam pointed at the mirror. "Want you to see how hot we are while I fuck you. You get yourself ready for me?"
Looking at Sam's reflection in the mirror, "Oh yeah. I'm ready."
Sam's hand on the back of his head, Dean's eyes forced to the mirror as Sam's cock slid into his heat.
4. Layers of Desire
Dean, hands braced on the dresser, watched their reflection in the mirror, riveted by what he saw.
Sam was holding onto his hip with one huge hand, the back of his head with the other.
It wasn't as though Sam needed to force Dean to look.
Dean was almost melting under the intensity of his brother's attentions.
He watched Sam's beautiful, hard body pumping into his own.
Sam was all hard and angular and looked like a Greek God come to life.
No wonder Sam told him he wanted to wear less layers.
If you were a God, wouldn't you?
5. Layers of Perfection
Sam was in awe of Dean.
Loved him more than anything.
When Dean surrendered to Sam, he couldn't help but love him even more.
Watching the rapturous look on Dean's face, made Sam want to do everything he could to keep that expression there forever.
Being the cause of that blissfulness and Dean's happiness and ability to give it all over to the moment, to Sam, made Sam feel extremely proud.
Sam lived for these moments, when Dean opened himself to him and let him in.
Sam thought all of these things as he fucked into his brother, glimpsing perfection.
6. Layers of Proof
Sam moved his hand from Dean's hip, pressing his chest against Dean's back, fisted his brother's cock and started stroking to the rhythm of his own hips.
Dean made eye contact with Sam in the mirror.
This was it, Dean's favorite part of when Sam took control.
There was a white scar in the shape of Sam's teeth on Dean's shoulder which is just barely covered when wearing a shirt.
Sam smiled back, dipped his head, teeth fitting perfectly on the scar.
Hand and hips working, Sam bit and suckled Dean's shoulder, layering again the proof of ownership and love.
7. Layers of Lust
Sam lifted his mouth from Dean's shoulder and licked his lips.
A small trickle of blood ran down the front of Dean's shoulder.
Both men stared at the blood in the reflection of the mirror with lustful faces.
Sam pulled out of Dean and spun him around, sitting him on the dresser and pulled his legs up and sunk back in.
"Want to see you, Dean. You are so fucking hot."
Dean reached up and pulled Sam in for a kiss, his brother fucking him slow and sweet, blood running down his chest from the mark that Sam had made.
8. Layers of Love
Dean and Sam.
Sam and Dean.
Face to face, Dean's chest bloody from Sammy marking him, then letting it run, down over his heart.
Not fucking.
Making love.
Holding the world at bay. Taking this time to see each other in ways that nobody else ever would.
This, right here, this was what was real, what mattered, in their own little piece of the universe, it didn't get any more real than this.
What Dean had said in the car, about the layers was so true. "We see. Isn't that enough?"
He was right. That they saw.
It was.
Enough.
~fin~
A/N-This started out as a single rated G Drabble for my own amusement about the number of Layers the guys always wear. I even cracked myself up with Sam saying something about that is fine if they are in Vancouver (because that is where they shoot SPN, of course), but that they were in Texas (where both J's are from) and it is hot there.
A few people were intrigued by the last line of that and I extended it to a total of 8 individual 100 word Drabbles, for what I think turned into a nice little story with 8 individual "snapshots" of what could have been happening for them later after Dean tells Sam, "We see. Isn't that enough?"
If you read with me over the 8 days that I posted this, I appreciate your support and encouragement. If you just came and read it all at once, I hope you enjoyed it.
SPN Master Drabble Post
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 800
Summary: Just a little interlude when Sam wonders out loud to Dean about why the boys wear so many layers. Dean's response and then what happens later when they get to the motel.
1. Layers
Sam and Dean were in the Impala headed to another small town with a big problem.
Needing to kill some time, Sam said, "Hey, Dean?"
"What Sammy?"
"I've always wondered, ever since I was a kid and you helped me get dressed every day…"
"Yeah?"
"Well, why do we always wear so many layers?"
"Huh?"
"It makes sense if we lived in Vancouver, but dude, we're in Texas now. It's hot here and we work out so hard and we are totally cut, and no one gets to see that we have really hard bodies."
"We see. Isn't that enough?"
2. Peeling Back the Layers
"You said that it should be enough that we see each other?" Said Sam sitting in a chair staring at Dean.
"Show me."
Dean's eyes grew wide.
"Come on. Jacket, off."
"Now your boots."
"Fuck it, the rest of it. Now."
Dean did as he was told.
He got all tingly when Sammy took control.
Sam stroked his cock as Dean stood naked before him.
"Let me see you touch yourself…"
Dean grabbed his cock, stopped, catching what Sam threw him, a bottle of lube.
"Not your cock…Let me see you with your fingers inside of yourself pretending it's me."
3. No Layers Left
After watching Dean fucking himself on his own fingers, Sam needed more.
"Stop."
Dean looked at Sam questioningly.
"I need to see more, want you to see too."
Sam stood, walked over to Dean, grabbed the back of his head, kissed him hard.
"Over there," Sam pointed at the mirror. "Want you to see how hot we are while I fuck you. You get yourself ready for me?"
Looking at Sam's reflection in the mirror, "Oh yeah. I'm ready."
Sam's hand on the back of his head, Dean's eyes forced to the mirror as Sam's cock slid into his heat.
4. Layers of Desire
Dean, hands braced on the dresser, watched their reflection in the mirror, riveted by what he saw.
Sam was holding onto his hip with one huge hand, the back of his head with the other.
It wasn't as though Sam needed to force Dean to look.
Dean was almost melting under the intensity of his brother's attentions.
He watched Sam's beautiful, hard body pumping into his own.
Sam was all hard and angular and looked like a Greek God come to life.
No wonder Sam told him he wanted to wear less layers.
If you were a God, wouldn't you?
5. Layers of Perfection
Sam was in awe of Dean.
Loved him more than anything.
When Dean surrendered to Sam, he couldn't help but love him even more.
Watching the rapturous look on Dean's face, made Sam want to do everything he could to keep that expression there forever.
Being the cause of that blissfulness and Dean's happiness and ability to give it all over to the moment, to Sam, made Sam feel extremely proud.
Sam lived for these moments, when Dean opened himself to him and let him in.
Sam thought all of these things as he fucked into his brother, glimpsing perfection.
6. Layers of Proof
Sam moved his hand from Dean's hip, pressing his chest against Dean's back, fisted his brother's cock and started stroking to the rhythm of his own hips.
Dean made eye contact with Sam in the mirror.
This was it, Dean's favorite part of when Sam took control.
There was a white scar in the shape of Sam's teeth on Dean's shoulder which is just barely covered when wearing a shirt.
Sam smiled back, dipped his head, teeth fitting perfectly on the scar.
Hand and hips working, Sam bit and suckled Dean's shoulder, layering again the proof of ownership and love.
7. Layers of Lust
Sam lifted his mouth from Dean's shoulder and licked his lips.
A small trickle of blood ran down the front of Dean's shoulder.
Both men stared at the blood in the reflection of the mirror with lustful faces.
Sam pulled out of Dean and spun him around, sitting him on the dresser and pulled his legs up and sunk back in.
"Want to see you, Dean. You are so fucking hot."
Dean reached up and pulled Sam in for a kiss, his brother fucking him slow and sweet, blood running down his chest from the mark that Sam had made.
8. Layers of Love
Dean and Sam.
Sam and Dean.
Face to face, Dean's chest bloody from Sammy marking him, then letting it run, down over his heart.
Not fucking.
Making love.
Holding the world at bay. Taking this time to see each other in ways that nobody else ever would.
This, right here, this was what was real, what mattered, in their own little piece of the universe, it didn't get any more real than this.
What Dean had said in the car, about the layers was so true. "We see. Isn't that enough?"
He was right. That they saw.
It was.
Enough.
~fin~
A/N-This started out as a single rated G Drabble for my own amusement about the number of Layers the guys always wear. I even cracked myself up with Sam saying something about that is fine if they are in Vancouver (because that is where they shoot SPN, of course), but that they were in Texas (where both J's are from) and it is hot there.
A few people were intrigued by the last line of that and I extended it to a total of 8 individual 100 word Drabbles, for what I think turned into a nice little story with 8 individual "snapshots" of what could have been happening for them later after Dean tells Sam, "We see. Isn't that enough?"
If you read with me over the 8 days that I posted this, I appreciate your support and encouragement. If you just came and read it all at once, I hope you enjoyed it.
SPN Master Drabble Post