Prompt Set 1 - #32: Fingers, Claim: SPN/XOvers
Title: No Mind Tricks Here (It’s All Skill)
Subtitle: Four Women Sam Seduced Just By Being Sam, and One Dean Had to Work For
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Lois
Claim: Public @ Sam Slut-a-Thon and #32-Fingers at 50_Smutlets
~*~*~
Honesty was the best policy, Sam decided not even forty-eight hours into the contest between himself and Dean.
“I like you, Sammy.
He didn’t correct her because when Lois Lane said his name like that he didn’t feel like a chubby twelve year-old. Sam leaned back in the booth they were sharing, enjoying the way she pressed up against him. She’d had a few shots, so had he, but neither of them was too drunk to know what they were doing.
So Sam took a chance.
“How much do you like me?”
Lois arched an eyebrow at him, a question in her eyes.
So he explained it to her.
His brother thought he didn’t have what it took to hook up with girls.
His brother - yeah, that cocky ass that hit on you about a half hour ago, the one that was a complete sleaze, right - had made a bet with him.
So that was how he’d ended up with Lois’s hand down the front of his pants, slowly jacking him off in the middle of a crowded bar, with only the front of the table to block what was going on. Her lips were pressed against his neck, sucking bruises into the skin. Eyes closed, head tilted back, Sam did his best to not be too obvious about what was going on under the table. The way that Lois’s hand was sliding up and down his shaft. She was all for a little fun, she’d said. And screwing with that cocky ass of a brother of his was her idea of fun.
Plus, she thought Sam was cute as hell. Adorable, even.
He wasn’t complaining.
The heat of Dean’s stare was on him. Sam didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Dean hadn’t stopped staring since the moment he’d noticed what was going on. That had been fun. Dean’s eyes meeting his across the room right as Lois had just gotten started. He’d met Dean’s eyes, cocking an eyebrow and smirking, eyes flicking down to his crotch the back up to Dean’s face. It didn’t take much imagination for Dean to figure out what was going on.
The way Dean’s mouth had shaped the word Damn had made Sam’s eyes flutter closed, until he just enjoying the feel of Lois’s hand around his aching cock.
She was good at this. And her mouth? Fucking perfect. Enough to make him wish that they had a little more privacy for something other than a handjob. She was nibbling and biting at his neck. There’d be marks in the morning from all that attention, but Sam couldn’t say he cared. It was more than just the feel of her lips on his neck, the way her hand was wrapped around his cock; this felt so fucking good because they were in the middle of a bar, for God’s sake! There were people all around him who didn’t have the slightest clue what the hell was going on. Oh, some did. He wasn’t naïve. Some people had to have noticed the up-down motion of Lois’s shoulders as she pumped his dick. The way that her hand was conveniently absent from sight.
“Good?” Lois purred into his ear as she sucked the lobe between her teeth. She bit down as Sam answered and his response came out as a moan.
“Faster, please,” he managed a moment later, pleased when she did just that. It was only a little faster. She couldn’t hardcore go at it with him unless they wanted everyone to know exactly what she was doing. But it was fast enough that he could feel that rising pressure in the base of his balls get just a little harder, a little tighter. Her thumb flicked over the head of his cock, smearing the precome that had gathered there.
The urge to push up into her thrusts, to fuck her hand with his dick, was just about overwhelming. Keeping still was becoming an issue. He could feel his hips flex, ass clench, all with the sheer desire to move.
“So,” Lois was at his ear again, murmuring. “After this, you gonna take me somewhere and do this right?”
Sam laughed. It came out strained and short of breath, the firm, tight stroke of Lois’s hand on his cock edging him that much closer and closer to release with every movement.
”Definitely,” he answered with a grin and an exhale that sounded too much like a moan for his peace of mind. He kept doing shit like that and everyone in the bar was going to know.
And, fuck, if that didn’t make him hotter.
Lois’s grip on his cock changed; a tight squeeze as she neared the thick, swollen head, loosening as she slid down. The varying pressure sent a shiver up his spine. She licked a slow line across his neck, cooling it with her breath.
Sam groaned and came. Hard. His hands clenched into the bench he was sitting on, nails biting into the wood as his cock shuddered and spasmed in Lois’s hand. Stars went off behind his closed eyelids and he knew that Dean was watching. Could fucking feel those eyes on him.
Not the innocent, can’t-get-laid brother now, am I? he thought and managed to stifle a moan behind his lips, biting down on his tongue. Lois’s hand still moved in softer pumps, slowly easing him through the last gasping shudder of his release.
She reached discreetly for a napkin from the table as he did up his jeans.
“Motel?” he asked her.
“Motel,” she agreed, tossing the soiled napkin onto the table.
On their way out of the bar, Sam couldn’t resist looking at Dean and smirking.
Score one for him.
END
Subtitle: Four Women Sam Seduced Just By Being Sam, and One Dean Had to Work For
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Lois
Claim: Public @ Sam Slut-a-Thon and #32-Fingers at 50_Smutlets
~*~*~
Honesty was the best policy, Sam decided not even forty-eight hours into the contest between himself and Dean.
“I like you, Sammy.
He didn’t correct her because when Lois Lane said his name like that he didn’t feel like a chubby twelve year-old. Sam leaned back in the booth they were sharing, enjoying the way she pressed up against him. She’d had a few shots, so had he, but neither of them was too drunk to know what they were doing.
So Sam took a chance.
“How much do you like me?”
Lois arched an eyebrow at him, a question in her eyes.
So he explained it to her.
His brother thought he didn’t have what it took to hook up with girls.
His brother - yeah, that cocky ass that hit on you about a half hour ago, the one that was a complete sleaze, right - had made a bet with him.
So that was how he’d ended up with Lois’s hand down the front of his pants, slowly jacking him off in the middle of a crowded bar, with only the front of the table to block what was going on. Her lips were pressed against his neck, sucking bruises into the skin. Eyes closed, head tilted back, Sam did his best to not be too obvious about what was going on under the table. The way that Lois’s hand was sliding up and down his shaft. She was all for a little fun, she’d said. And screwing with that cocky ass of a brother of his was her idea of fun.
Plus, she thought Sam was cute as hell. Adorable, even.
He wasn’t complaining.
The heat of Dean’s stare was on him. Sam didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Dean hadn’t stopped staring since the moment he’d noticed what was going on. That had been fun. Dean’s eyes meeting his across the room right as Lois had just gotten started. He’d met Dean’s eyes, cocking an eyebrow and smirking, eyes flicking down to his crotch the back up to Dean’s face. It didn’t take much imagination for Dean to figure out what was going on.
The way Dean’s mouth had shaped the word Damn had made Sam’s eyes flutter closed, until he just enjoying the feel of Lois’s hand around his aching cock.
She was good at this. And her mouth? Fucking perfect. Enough to make him wish that they had a little more privacy for something other than a handjob. She was nibbling and biting at his neck. There’d be marks in the morning from all that attention, but Sam couldn’t say he cared. It was more than just the feel of her lips on his neck, the way her hand was wrapped around his cock; this felt so fucking good because they were in the middle of a bar, for God’s sake! There were people all around him who didn’t have the slightest clue what the hell was going on. Oh, some did. He wasn’t naïve. Some people had to have noticed the up-down motion of Lois’s shoulders as she pumped his dick. The way that her hand was conveniently absent from sight.
“Good?” Lois purred into his ear as she sucked the lobe between her teeth. She bit down as Sam answered and his response came out as a moan.
“Faster, please,” he managed a moment later, pleased when she did just that. It was only a little faster. She couldn’t hardcore go at it with him unless they wanted everyone to know exactly what she was doing. But it was fast enough that he could feel that rising pressure in the base of his balls get just a little harder, a little tighter. Her thumb flicked over the head of his cock, smearing the precome that had gathered there.
The urge to push up into her thrusts, to fuck her hand with his dick, was just about overwhelming. Keeping still was becoming an issue. He could feel his hips flex, ass clench, all with the sheer desire to move.
“So,” Lois was at his ear again, murmuring. “After this, you gonna take me somewhere and do this right?”
Sam laughed. It came out strained and short of breath, the firm, tight stroke of Lois’s hand on his cock edging him that much closer and closer to release with every movement.
”Definitely,” he answered with a grin and an exhale that sounded too much like a moan for his peace of mind. He kept doing shit like that and everyone in the bar was going to know.
And, fuck, if that didn’t make him hotter.
Lois’s grip on his cock changed; a tight squeeze as she neared the thick, swollen head, loosening as she slid down. The varying pressure sent a shiver up his spine. She licked a slow line across his neck, cooling it with her breath.
Sam groaned and came. Hard. His hands clenched into the bench he was sitting on, nails biting into the wood as his cock shuddered and spasmed in Lois’s hand. Stars went off behind his closed eyelids and he knew that Dean was watching. Could fucking feel those eyes on him.
Not the innocent, can’t-get-laid brother now, am I? he thought and managed to stifle a moan behind his lips, biting down on his tongue. Lois’s hand still moved in softer pumps, slowly easing him through the last gasping shudder of his release.
She reached discreetly for a napkin from the table as he did up his jeans.
“Motel?” he asked her.
“Motel,” she agreed, tossing the soiled napkin onto the table.
On their way out of the bar, Sam couldn’t resist looking at Dean and smirking.
Score one for him.
END