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Title: Sick Obsessions
Author: Belah
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 323
Spoilers: Houses of The Holy
Summary: Slight rewrite of the opening motel sequence...
“I am not feeding your sick ob-”
Sam found himself laying flush with his brother before he could finish his comment, grunting in response. “Dean this is not the time.”
“Sure it is, Sammy.” With a quick quirk of his lips, Dean crushed his mouth to Sam’s, using the collar of his jacket to hold him close. He let out a pleased sigh as Sam’s body began to loosen, growing less stiff above him and slightly more so a bit… lower.
“Dean, c’mon.”
“Give me a quarter and I’ll let you go.”
Sam’s brow furrowed as he glared down at his older brother. “I don’t have a quarter.”
“Guess you’re going to be feeding my sick obsession after all.”
Making a half-hearted attempt to push himself off the mattress, Sam rolled his eyes and managed a half sitting position before he found himself pinned to the mattress with Dean’s hips rolling slowly against his own.
Sam’s eyes rolled slowly but the soft moan that slipped past his lips signaled of something other than annoyance. Dean took full advantage of the situation, lips attaching hungrily to Sam’s throat while eager fingers shoved at the open jacket, forcing it off his shoulders.
Sam shifted on the mattress, lifting his arms and struggling free of the jacket, his lips never leaving Dean’s. His fingers danced down Dean’s arms and stomach falling to rest at the cool steel button securing the tight fabric of his jeans in place. With an annoyed grunt, he managed to unfasten the button.
“Mm, Sammy,” Dean murmured softly against his neck, lips lightly dancing over the skin.
“That’ll be twenty-five cents.” With a shove of his hands, he sent Dean sprawling unceremoniously to the floor and made his way to the bathroom, washing his hands.
He huffed quietly before brushing off his shirt. He stood against the doorframe looking at Sam through the mirror. “So you talked to the crazy hooker?”
Author: Belah
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 323
Spoilers: Houses of The Holy
Summary: Slight rewrite of the opening motel sequence...
“I am not feeding your sick ob-”
Sam found himself laying flush with his brother before he could finish his comment, grunting in response. “Dean this is not the time.”
“Sure it is, Sammy.” With a quick quirk of his lips, Dean crushed his mouth to Sam’s, using the collar of his jacket to hold him close. He let out a pleased sigh as Sam’s body began to loosen, growing less stiff above him and slightly more so a bit… lower.
“Dean, c’mon.”
“Give me a quarter and I’ll let you go.”
Sam’s brow furrowed as he glared down at his older brother. “I don’t have a quarter.”
“Guess you’re going to be feeding my sick obsession after all.”
Making a half-hearted attempt to push himself off the mattress, Sam rolled his eyes and managed a half sitting position before he found himself pinned to the mattress with Dean’s hips rolling slowly against his own.
Sam’s eyes rolled slowly but the soft moan that slipped past his lips signaled of something other than annoyance. Dean took full advantage of the situation, lips attaching hungrily to Sam’s throat while eager fingers shoved at the open jacket, forcing it off his shoulders.
Sam shifted on the mattress, lifting his arms and struggling free of the jacket, his lips never leaving Dean’s. His fingers danced down Dean’s arms and stomach falling to rest at the cool steel button securing the tight fabric of his jeans in place. With an annoyed grunt, he managed to unfasten the button.
“Mm, Sammy,” Dean murmured softly against his neck, lips lightly dancing over the skin.
“That’ll be twenty-five cents.” With a shove of his hands, he sent Dean sprawling unceremoniously to the floor and made his way to the bathroom, washing his hands.
He huffed quietly before brushing off his shirt. He stood against the doorframe looking at Sam through the mirror. “So you talked to the crazy hooker?”