*drops off drabble, scurries back to RL*
Title: Calling Names
Author: Tay
Warning/Pairing: Dean/Sam, schmoopy, fluffy, fluffiness. Eensy, teeny spoiler from Dead Men's Blood
Summary: Yeah, he knew he was gonna regret that.
Disclaimer: I just like to play in Kripke's sandbox.
The pisser was, he sounded so cool when he said it the first time. His voice was pitched just short of gruff, he never broke eye contact, and the goddamn second it came out of his mouth he knew he'd regret it later.
"Sammy!!!"
"What, Dean?" he said in a tone the smacked of utter defeat and grudging acceptance.
"Sammy! Hey, Sammy! You want some Doritos...Sammy?" Dean's eyes twinkled and had, yep, that was the same smirk he'd had since they drove out of the shithole town.
"Sammy, I said..."
"It's SAM, Dean and no, I don't want Doritos, just like I didn't want M&Ms or Starburst or coffee or McDonalds...and before you ask," Dean's mouth snapped shut, "no, I still don't care who gets the first shower."
"Aw...but Sammy, I'm just trying to share with you. You know, be a good big brother to SAMMY."
Right, Sam went stony silent as they walked through the hotel room door. He slammed his duffel onto the bed and randomly started pulling clothes out, shoving them on the bed. Dean clicked the door shut carefully, Sam could feel the amusement rolling off of him as he approached from behind.
Just as Dean slung his arm around Sam's shoulder, "So Sammy, Sammich, Sam-I-Am, Sammy-boy, I'm the only one who gets to call you that huh?"
Sam grabbed Dean's wrist in his left hand, and used his right to brush his duffel and clothes on the floor, flipping Dean onto the bed. He hovered over him for a second, holding his arm to the bed, working his free hand between them.
"Yeah, Dean, yes, alright, you are the only one who calls me that." He slid down his brothers body, glaring at the exposed skin and curling hairs. "Now shut the fuck up."
"What the---oh! Mmmm....Sammy," he breathed as he felt his dick surrounded in his warm, wet mouth.
Author: Tay
Warning/Pairing: Dean/Sam, schmoopy, fluffy, fluffiness. Eensy, teeny spoiler from Dead Men's Blood
Summary: Yeah, he knew he was gonna regret that.
Disclaimer: I just like to play in Kripke's sandbox.
The pisser was, he sounded so cool when he said it the first time. His voice was pitched just short of gruff, he never broke eye contact, and the goddamn second it came out of his mouth he knew he'd regret it later.
"Sammy!!!"
"What, Dean?" he said in a tone the smacked of utter defeat and grudging acceptance.
"Sammy! Hey, Sammy! You want some Doritos...Sammy?" Dean's eyes twinkled and had, yep, that was the same smirk he'd had since they drove out of the shithole town.
"Sammy, I said..."
"It's SAM, Dean and no, I don't want Doritos, just like I didn't want M&Ms or Starburst or coffee or McDonalds...and before you ask," Dean's mouth snapped shut, "no, I still don't care who gets the first shower."
"Aw...but Sammy, I'm just trying to share with you. You know, be a good big brother to SAMMY."
Right, Sam went stony silent as they walked through the hotel room door. He slammed his duffel onto the bed and randomly started pulling clothes out, shoving them on the bed. Dean clicked the door shut carefully, Sam could feel the amusement rolling off of him as he approached from behind.
Just as Dean slung his arm around Sam's shoulder, "So Sammy, Sammich, Sam-I-Am, Sammy-boy, I'm the only one who gets to call you that huh?"
Sam grabbed Dean's wrist in his left hand, and used his right to brush his duffel and clothes on the floor, flipping Dean onto the bed. He hovered over him for a second, holding his arm to the bed, working his free hand between them.
"Yeah, Dean, yes, alright, you are the only one who calls me that." He slid down his brothers body, glaring at the exposed skin and curling hairs. "Now shut the fuck up."
"What the---oh! Mmmm....Sammy," he breathed as he felt his dick surrounded in his warm, wet mouth.