Fic: Our love will never die
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Title: Our love will never die
Author: joans23
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Words: 670
Summary: Some quiet loving.
Notes: Requested some time back by rejeneration, and done in time to be a birthday fic. Huge thanks to theladyscribe and merihn for the beta, I owe you guys SO BIG! Title and cut made up out of Sigur Ros lyrics.
Sam wakes up with a smile on his face and when he cracks open his eyes, he knows why.
Dean is lying on his side next to him, still asleep, skin bare except for the bruises his hands and mouth left the night before. He's so close Sam can feel his brother's breath brushing warm and comfortable against his face. He lets his gaze wander over Dean's features, taking his time, the last traces of sleep slowly fading as he looks his fill. Unable to resist, Sam reaches out to softly trace a shaky finger over the skin stretched across the bumps of his forehead, the relaxed smoothness between his eyebrows, the freckles across his nose and cheeks, and the little dry bits of skin hanging from his chapped lips.
Sam is so entranced; he almost doesn't realize that Dean's breathing has changed and that his eyes are wide open. Dean doesn't say anything, keeps looking back at Sam and then pushes his chin forward the last couple of inches and kisses him. Sam licks at the softness of Dean's lips and when they part slightly, he can taste his morning breath, laced with a slightly sour sweetness.
It's almost like he's still dreaming, the moment seems too perfect to be real.
Sam scoots closer and so does Dean, until the long lengths of their naked bodies are pressed tightly against each other. His skin thrums and sings all the places that Dean's skin is touching his and he spreads his hands wide against Dean's back, desperate for more. Dean keeps kissing him, trading soft pecks and deep, searing kisses that leave them gasping and straining for more. He's sucking on Dean's tongue when Dean breaks away to bury his face in Sam's neck. As he listens to his brother's quickened harsh pants in his ear, he becomes aware of the quietness of the room. Neither of them have spoken since they've woken up and even their gasps and moans have been subdued, whispered. Sam can hear the roar of a car passing in the street, the slamming of a door three rooms down and even the rasp of the sheet as it slips from their shoulders.
Dean tries to worm his hand in between them, but Sam grabs it and drapes it over his hip. He lets his own hand slide down to grip Dean's ass hard, pulling him even closer so their thick, hard cocks are trapped tightly between the flat panes of their stomachs. Dean starts to thrust against him and Sam lets him, tightening his fingers to control the shallow movement. Dean whimpers softly, opens his mouth to suck gently on the underside of Sam's jaw.
Every instinct is telling him to move harder, faster, to flip his brother over and push his aching cock into Dean, but that's not what Sam wants right now. He wants to feel every trembling ripple of Dean's body against him, prove everything that is trying to rip them apart, wrong. Dean tightens his arm around Sam's waist and Sam has to fight to keep control of the steady undulating rhythm of their hips into each other.
He presses down and in, the tip of one finger barely breaching Dean and that's it for Dean. He opens his mouth wide against Sam's neck in a silent scream and digs his short blunt nails into Sam's back as come spurts hot and slippery between them. Sam's fingers start to ache with the deathly grip he has on Dean, trying to prolong the sweet aching friction, but the feel of Dean's cock pulsing so tightly against his is undoing him, amplifying the pressure building in his balls and stabbing into his belly. He shudders, breathing soft gasps into his brother's sleep tousled hair, and keeps on fucking against Dean's softening cock, spreading their combined come all over.
When his hips finally slow and stop, Dean pulls back, eyes still locked on his, but with a lazy smile playing on his lips. Sam can see him drawing in a breath, like he's about to say something, but then he just exhales again and closes his eyes, still smiling. Sam smiles too and gathers him in closer again.
~end.
Ps. Ultra fabulous kelleigh is hosting our final support group, so head on over right away!!
Happy Birthday, rejeneration! I know we said we were going to ignore them this year, but you should still have an awesome day, darlin'! <333
Title: Our love will never die
Author: joans23
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Words: 670
Summary: Some quiet loving.
Notes: Requested some time back by rejeneration, and done in time to be a birthday fic. Huge thanks to theladyscribe and merihn for the beta, I owe you guys SO BIG! Title and cut made up out of Sigur Ros lyrics.
Sam wakes up with a smile on his face and when he cracks open his eyes, he knows why.
Dean is lying on his side next to him, still asleep, skin bare except for the bruises his hands and mouth left the night before. He's so close Sam can feel his brother's breath brushing warm and comfortable against his face. He lets his gaze wander over Dean's features, taking his time, the last traces of sleep slowly fading as he looks his fill. Unable to resist, Sam reaches out to softly trace a shaky finger over the skin stretched across the bumps of his forehead, the relaxed smoothness between his eyebrows, the freckles across his nose and cheeks, and the little dry bits of skin hanging from his chapped lips.
Sam is so entranced; he almost doesn't realize that Dean's breathing has changed and that his eyes are wide open. Dean doesn't say anything, keeps looking back at Sam and then pushes his chin forward the last couple of inches and kisses him. Sam licks at the softness of Dean's lips and when they part slightly, he can taste his morning breath, laced with a slightly sour sweetness.
It's almost like he's still dreaming, the moment seems too perfect to be real.
Sam scoots closer and so does Dean, until the long lengths of their naked bodies are pressed tightly against each other. His skin thrums and sings all the places that Dean's skin is touching his and he spreads his hands wide against Dean's back, desperate for more. Dean keeps kissing him, trading soft pecks and deep, searing kisses that leave them gasping and straining for more. He's sucking on Dean's tongue when Dean breaks away to bury his face in Sam's neck. As he listens to his brother's quickened harsh pants in his ear, he becomes aware of the quietness of the room. Neither of them have spoken since they've woken up and even their gasps and moans have been subdued, whispered. Sam can hear the roar of a car passing in the street, the slamming of a door three rooms down and even the rasp of the sheet as it slips from their shoulders.
Dean tries to worm his hand in between them, but Sam grabs it and drapes it over his hip. He lets his own hand slide down to grip Dean's ass hard, pulling him even closer so their thick, hard cocks are trapped tightly between the flat panes of their stomachs. Dean starts to thrust against him and Sam lets him, tightening his fingers to control the shallow movement. Dean whimpers softly, opens his mouth to suck gently on the underside of Sam's jaw.
Every instinct is telling him to move harder, faster, to flip his brother over and push his aching cock into Dean, but that's not what Sam wants right now. He wants to feel every trembling ripple of Dean's body against him, prove everything that is trying to rip them apart, wrong. Dean tightens his arm around Sam's waist and Sam has to fight to keep control of the steady undulating rhythm of their hips into each other.
He presses down and in, the tip of one finger barely breaching Dean and that's it for Dean. He opens his mouth wide against Sam's neck in a silent scream and digs his short blunt nails into Sam's back as come spurts hot and slippery between them. Sam's fingers start to ache with the deathly grip he has on Dean, trying to prolong the sweet aching friction, but the feel of Dean's cock pulsing so tightly against his is undoing him, amplifying the pressure building in his balls and stabbing into his belly. He shudders, breathing soft gasps into his brother's sleep tousled hair, and keeps on fucking against Dean's softening cock, spreading their combined come all over.
When his hips finally slow and stop, Dean pulls back, eyes still locked on his, but with a lazy smile playing on his lips. Sam can see him drawing in a breath, like he's about to say something, but then he just exhales again and closes his eyes, still smiling. Sam smiles too and gathers him in closer again.
~end.
Ps. Ultra fabulous kelleigh is hosting our final support group, so head on over right away!!