[ficlet] Burning (Supernatural; Wincestiel)
"Burning"
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Dean, Sam, Cas, Wincestiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: Wincestiel : in a sea
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Dean was not jealous of Sam and Cas. Not in the least. Not one bit.
Nu-uh.
Because, seriously, the way their bodies were rubbing against each other, heated, damp, sweat and other fluids oozing off them, it looked totally uncomfortable and way too hot to be pleasurable.
And he never did like bathing in open waters anyway. His own choice to remain underneath their improvised sun-and-windbreak instead of chasing through the waves with his brother and their lover had nothing to do with how his freckled skin was a bit too sensitive to the sun to take well to swimming in the reflective water on a too fucking hot what the hell day.
But then Sam and Cas weren’t swimming anymore. Their (rather awkward-looking, because seriously, they were both grown men, not teenagers, dammit) game of chase had ended a minute or so ago, with Cas finally giving in and letting Sam get a hold of him, tug him close by the wrist and press their wet and mostly-naked bodies together, gasping into each other’s skin as they looked at each other and smiled, before letting their already moist lips meet…
And Dean wasn’t jealous, really, because he knew he could get that anytime he wanted, but he’d rather just wait until they were out of the sun, somewhere where no one would get sand and salt water stuck in really fucking weird and uncomfortable places. Dean knew nothing was holding him back from getting up and joining the two men making out in the exact place where the water became waist-high - high enough to hide Sam’s hand from view as it sneaked lower, disappearing beneath Cas’ underwear, and…
And fuck this, he needed in, his whole body (or well, one part of his body in particular), and he was soon shedding his own t-shirt and pants to wade out and join the other two, “didya miss me?”, sunburn be damned.
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Dean, Sam, Cas, Wincestiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: Wincestiel : in a sea
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Dean was not jealous of Sam and Cas. Not in the least. Not one bit.
Nu-uh.
Because, seriously, the way their bodies were rubbing against each other, heated, damp, sweat and other fluids oozing off them, it looked totally uncomfortable and way too hot to be pleasurable.
And he never did like bathing in open waters anyway. His own choice to remain underneath their improvised sun-and-windbreak instead of chasing through the waves with his brother and their lover had nothing to do with how his freckled skin was a bit too sensitive to the sun to take well to swimming in the reflective water on a too fucking hot what the hell day.
But then Sam and Cas weren’t swimming anymore. Their (rather awkward-looking, because seriously, they were both grown men, not teenagers, dammit) game of chase had ended a minute or so ago, with Cas finally giving in and letting Sam get a hold of him, tug him close by the wrist and press their wet and mostly-naked bodies together, gasping into each other’s skin as they looked at each other and smiled, before letting their already moist lips meet…
And Dean wasn’t jealous, really, because he knew he could get that anytime he wanted, but he’d rather just wait until they were out of the sun, somewhere where no one would get sand and salt water stuck in really fucking weird and uncomfortable places. Dean knew nothing was holding him back from getting up and joining the two men making out in the exact place where the water became waist-high - high enough to hide Sam’s hand from view as it sneaked lower, disappearing beneath Cas’ underwear, and…
And fuck this, he needed in, his whole body (or well, one part of his body in particular), and he was soon shedding his own t-shirt and pants to wade out and join the other two, “didya miss me?”, sunburn be damned.