prison!sex ficlet - SPN
Note: I wanted to make an entry for for the Porn Battle VI, with prompts moody boots, black out, risky, black and blue, but this did not quite qualify as full-fledged yummy porn. But it turned out pretty good to go to waste.
Title: Black and Blue
Rating: R
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Dean/OMC
Warnings: implied non-con
Wordcount: 200
Unbeta'd
“Sammy,” Dean yells as his brother is dragged away from him. The imprint of Sam’s hot body lingers on his back, his mouth has been bruised by Sam’s kiss. He sees a blur of orange robes, takes a swing at random, clocks Ace in the face, then a nightstick knocks the wind out of him.
Officer Boulder grabs his wet hair, yanks his head up.
“Gotcha ya, Winchester. Still gonna go all cocky about being nobody’s bitch?”
Dean spits into Boulder’s happy madman’s grin.
He told Sammy it was too risky. Sam wouldn’t budge. He knew the safe place, safe time. He missed his mouth on his dick, he was going crazy with it.
Dean blacks out as his head hits the tiles.
He comes around still naked, on the wet dirty floor of the prison shower stall. Three pairs of moody boots are in his face.
He squeezes his eyes tight, as hands grab him by the scruff of his neck, his arm is wrenched behind his back as he is pulled to his feet.
“You’re ready for a first-class work out, pretty bitch?”
His face and body is black and blue before they finally pry his mouth open.
Title: Black and Blue
Rating: R
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Dean/OMC
Warnings: implied non-con
Wordcount: 200
Unbeta'd
“Sammy,” Dean yells as his brother is dragged away from him. The imprint of Sam’s hot body lingers on his back, his mouth has been bruised by Sam’s kiss. He sees a blur of orange robes, takes a swing at random, clocks Ace in the face, then a nightstick knocks the wind out of him.
Officer Boulder grabs his wet hair, yanks his head up.
“Gotcha ya, Winchester. Still gonna go all cocky about being nobody’s bitch?”
Dean spits into Boulder’s happy madman’s grin.
He told Sammy it was too risky. Sam wouldn’t budge. He knew the safe place, safe time. He missed his mouth on his dick, he was going crazy with it.
Dean blacks out as his head hits the tiles.
He comes around still naked, on the wet dirty floor of the prison shower stall. Three pairs of moody boots are in his face.
He squeezes his eyes tight, as hands grab him by the scruff of his neck, his arm is wrenched behind his back as he is pulled to his feet.
“You’re ready for a first-class work out, pretty bitch?”
His face and body is black and blue before they finally pry his mouth open.