Fiction dot com [SPN, Dean/Sam, R]
Title: Fiction dot com
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers to season 4, ep. 18, but not really…
Prompt: Supernatural; Dean/Sam, mutual masturbation, "Give us a hand here Sammy"
Word count:
Summary: How it all started.
A/N: Written for springkink
Whenever Dean looked back at the infamous day when everything started, the S-day, as he liked to call it, he blamed the fans. “They gave me courage,” he used to say. He knew he took the decisive step, but Sam was not without blame.
That day they were back from visiting Chuck and everything that happened seemed too bizarre to be real. He kept repeating the day in his head to find some meaning to it and a single phrase found its way to his mind, not leaving his thoughts alone, distracting from everything else: ‘slash fans’.
Sam was lying on his bed with his computer open and he seemed a little startled when Dean talked to him, but Dean was so abstracted he almost didn’t notice Sam blushing when he announced he was going o take a shower. Almost.
Sam closed the computer with a slam when he saw Dean drawing near; his heart was racing.
“Whatcha doing?” Dean asked suspiciously.
“Nothing, just stumbling on the web,” Sam said in a try-to-be-cool voice.
“Whatever. I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Listen,” Sam blurted when Dean reached the bathroom door. “I have to consult something with you.”
Dean turned around and raised his eyebrows. “Yeees?” he asked.
“Never mind, it’s stupid,” he said after seconds of pondering, putting a fake, shallow smile.
“Come on, Sammy, tell me,” Dean said sitting next to him in the bed.
“Don’t call me that! Anyway, it's gonna sound crazy.”
“What could you possible say that sounds crazy to me?”
“You’d be surprised,” he answered.
Dean raised one eyebrow and casted him a look that admitted no discussion.
“All right, all right, I’ll tell you,” he said. “Well, this fan girl thing… got me thinking…. You know what? Go take a shower, well talk later.”
“You sure?” Dean asked. Even though he was glad he wasn’t the only one obsessing with the fans issue, he knew he wasn’t prepared to have that conversation with Sam. Not yet.
“Yeah.”
Later he learned Sam was doing some research, and by research, he meant he was trying to track the ‘slash fans’ on the internet. They weren’t hard to find and when Dean told him about taking a shower, he was reading a story that concealed Sam’s most hidden, furtive fantasies; ones he didn’t even know he had.
After finishing the story, Sam was aroused. Not knowing how he got there, he opened the bathroom door.
“Dean?” he asked in a whisper poking his head inside. The steam was making him dizzy but he entered and closed the door behind him.
He heard Dean moaning and panting, and while his common sense told him to turn around and leave his brother alone, his hormones were telling him to take the road less traveled and take the risk.
He drew the plastic curtains to find Dean with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open and his hand on his cock pumping it hard. He couldn’t take his eyes away from his brother’s moving hand.
When Dean felt the air current, he stopped what he was doing and glared Sam with a curious look. Finally Sam was able to unlock his gaze from Dean’s cock and raised his eyes to find his.
Sam gasped loudly and took several steps away from the shower until his back collided with the wall.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” he stammered trying unsuccessfully to find the door handle to get out of the bathroom.
“Don’t go,” said Dean in a low voice. He stepped out of the shower and cornered Sam against the wall.
Sam´s clothes were all damped now, but he didn’t care. Dean’s hard cock was pressed against his hardening one and that was all he could think about.
Dean lifted Sam’s reddened face and kissed him fiercely.
"Give us a hand here Sammy," Dean said breaking the kiss. He grabbed Sam’s hand and placed it on his shaft. Ignoring Sam’s panting and his body shaking, Dean put his hand on top of Sam’s and guided him through his length.
“Don’t- call- me- Oh, what the fuck,” he breathed.
When Dean found a rhythm he was comfortable with, he let go of Sam’s hand and slipped his hands inside Sam’s pants grabbing his already hard cock. Sam moaned hard and Dean took this as the permission he needed to go on.
They kissed again, this time taking it slowly, exploring each other’s mouth and playing with their tongues while their hands kept moving.
“Dean,” Sam said, his lips pressed against his brother’s, panting lightly. “What are you doing?”
“Acknowledging our fans,” he answered with a grunt. “What are you doing?”
“Investigating.”
Sam threw his head back till it hit the cold tile with his eyes tightly shut. Dean pressed his forehead against the wall next to his brother’s head breathing in his ear, sending shivers through his spine. Sam could hear him panting and moaning as they moved their hand in synch.
Sam came moaning loudly and Dean followed him shortly.
They stood there against the wall, panting and breathing. Dean put his hand on the back of Sam’s neck and drew him near. He kissed him passionately, taking his time to savour the kiss.
“I knew I’d last longer,” Dean said with a smile.
“Shut up you asshole,” Sam said, chuckling. He grabbed his brother’s face and kissed him.
After that day, Sam never read anything written by their fans because sometimes, if you are lucky enough, reality is better than fiction.
END
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers to season 4, ep. 18, but not really…
Prompt: Supernatural; Dean/Sam, mutual masturbation, "Give us a hand here Sammy"
Word count:
Summary: How it all started.
A/N: Written for springkink
Whenever Dean looked back at the infamous day when everything started, the S-day, as he liked to call it, he blamed the fans. “They gave me courage,” he used to say. He knew he took the decisive step, but Sam was not without blame.
That day they were back from visiting Chuck and everything that happened seemed too bizarre to be real. He kept repeating the day in his head to find some meaning to it and a single phrase found its way to his mind, not leaving his thoughts alone, distracting from everything else: ‘slash fans’.
Sam was lying on his bed with his computer open and he seemed a little startled when Dean talked to him, but Dean was so abstracted he almost didn’t notice Sam blushing when he announced he was going o take a shower. Almost.
Sam closed the computer with a slam when he saw Dean drawing near; his heart was racing.
“Whatcha doing?” Dean asked suspiciously.
“Nothing, just stumbling on the web,” Sam said in a try-to-be-cool voice.
“Whatever. I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Listen,” Sam blurted when Dean reached the bathroom door. “I have to consult something with you.”
Dean turned around and raised his eyebrows. “Yeees?” he asked.
“Never mind, it’s stupid,” he said after seconds of pondering, putting a fake, shallow smile.
“Come on, Sammy, tell me,” Dean said sitting next to him in the bed.
“Don’t call me that! Anyway, it's gonna sound crazy.”
“What could you possible say that sounds crazy to me?”
“You’d be surprised,” he answered.
Dean raised one eyebrow and casted him a look that admitted no discussion.
“All right, all right, I’ll tell you,” he said. “Well, this fan girl thing… got me thinking…. You know what? Go take a shower, well talk later.”
“You sure?” Dean asked. Even though he was glad he wasn’t the only one obsessing with the fans issue, he knew he wasn’t prepared to have that conversation with Sam. Not yet.
“Yeah.”
Later he learned Sam was doing some research, and by research, he meant he was trying to track the ‘slash fans’ on the internet. They weren’t hard to find and when Dean told him about taking a shower, he was reading a story that concealed Sam’s most hidden, furtive fantasies; ones he didn’t even know he had.
After finishing the story, Sam was aroused. Not knowing how he got there, he opened the bathroom door.
“Dean?” he asked in a whisper poking his head inside. The steam was making him dizzy but he entered and closed the door behind him.
He heard Dean moaning and panting, and while his common sense told him to turn around and leave his brother alone, his hormones were telling him to take the road less traveled and take the risk.
He drew the plastic curtains to find Dean with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open and his hand on his cock pumping it hard. He couldn’t take his eyes away from his brother’s moving hand.
When Dean felt the air current, he stopped what he was doing and glared Sam with a curious look. Finally Sam was able to unlock his gaze from Dean’s cock and raised his eyes to find his.
Sam gasped loudly and took several steps away from the shower until his back collided with the wall.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” he stammered trying unsuccessfully to find the door handle to get out of the bathroom.
“Don’t go,” said Dean in a low voice. He stepped out of the shower and cornered Sam against the wall.
Sam´s clothes were all damped now, but he didn’t care. Dean’s hard cock was pressed against his hardening one and that was all he could think about.
Dean lifted Sam’s reddened face and kissed him fiercely.
"Give us a hand here Sammy," Dean said breaking the kiss. He grabbed Sam’s hand and placed it on his shaft. Ignoring Sam’s panting and his body shaking, Dean put his hand on top of Sam’s and guided him through his length.
“Don’t- call- me- Oh, what the fuck,” he breathed.
When Dean found a rhythm he was comfortable with, he let go of Sam’s hand and slipped his hands inside Sam’s pants grabbing his already hard cock. Sam moaned hard and Dean took this as the permission he needed to go on.
They kissed again, this time taking it slowly, exploring each other’s mouth and playing with their tongues while their hands kept moving.
“Dean,” Sam said, his lips pressed against his brother’s, panting lightly. “What are you doing?”
“Acknowledging our fans,” he answered with a grunt. “What are you doing?”
“Investigating.”
Sam threw his head back till it hit the cold tile with his eyes tightly shut. Dean pressed his forehead against the wall next to his brother’s head breathing in his ear, sending shivers through his spine. Sam could hear him panting and moaning as they moved their hand in synch.
Sam came moaning loudly and Dean followed him shortly.
They stood there against the wall, panting and breathing. Dean put his hand on the back of Sam’s neck and drew him near. He kissed him passionately, taking his time to savour the kiss.
“I knew I’d last longer,” Dean said with a smile.
“Shut up you asshole,” Sam said, chuckling. He grabbed his brother’s face and kissed him.
After that day, Sam never read anything written by their fans because sometimes, if you are lucky enough, reality is better than fiction.
END