Watching Them Both - Dean/Izzie/Sam - NC-17
Watching Them Both
NC-17
Dean/Izzie/Sam
Prompt #5 - Weapons
Written for the sam_slut_a_thon. Set in my Dean/Izzie/Sam 'verse. Better read that first. :)
Izzie lays the guns out on the bed, one by one, placing them gently onto the faded motel comforter. It's strangely erotic, but that could also be because she's doing all of this in just her panties and one of Dean's flannels.
Dean stops to press kisses along her jaw, wraps his arms around her waist, and rests his chin on her shoulder.
Sam? Well, he's just watching them both.
They exchange a few whispered words, eyeing Sam in the process and he doesn't have to feel his ears burning to know they're talking about him. A look of triumph crosses Izzie's face as Dean groans into her neck.
"Sammy." He says, like he's already begging.
Izzie, never one for subtlety, takes his hand at her hip and shoves it down between her legs. "How hard are you right now, Sam?" She asks, eyelids drooping when Dean shifts his palm against her. "I bet you're aching already."
Sam's head falls back on the bed as he squirms, his hand tugs at the zipper of his jeans until he can work a hand inside. His strokes are already jerky and rough, hips lifting up to fuck the circle of his fist.
God dammit. Guns are supposed to get Dean off, not him. But here he is, seconds away from coming and the thing that started it all was the soft click of empty cartridges and the slow slide of Izzie's fingers against the barrels.
"Want you to fuck her, Dean." He pants, his voice almost a whine but somehow, he doesn't care. "Hard and fast and right now."
It's Izzie who moans this time and she spins around to push Dean on the bed before settling in his lap. Dean's hand pushes her panties aside and Izzie lifts up so he can shoves his pants down his thighs.
Sam can see everything as she sinks down onto Dean's cock and his eyes travel over them hungrily.
His knees bend and he plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting up once...twice...before a cry tears itself from his throat and he comes sluggishly over his belly and the back of his hand.
Dean's naked hips are framed by Izzie's thighs and both are constantly brushing against the weapons spread on the bed.
He sighs and pushes his fingers through the come on his stomach. He hopes that image of them never leaves the back of his mind.
NC-17
Dean/Izzie/Sam
Prompt #5 - Weapons
Written for the sam_slut_a_thon. Set in my Dean/Izzie/Sam 'verse. Better read that first. :)
Izzie lays the guns out on the bed, one by one, placing them gently onto the faded motel comforter. It's strangely erotic, but that could also be because she's doing all of this in just her panties and one of Dean's flannels.
Dean stops to press kisses along her jaw, wraps his arms around her waist, and rests his chin on her shoulder.
Sam? Well, he's just watching them both.
They exchange a few whispered words, eyeing Sam in the process and he doesn't have to feel his ears burning to know they're talking about him. A look of triumph crosses Izzie's face as Dean groans into her neck.
"Sammy." He says, like he's already begging.
Izzie, never one for subtlety, takes his hand at her hip and shoves it down between her legs. "How hard are you right now, Sam?" She asks, eyelids drooping when Dean shifts his palm against her. "I bet you're aching already."
Sam's head falls back on the bed as he squirms, his hand tugs at the zipper of his jeans until he can work a hand inside. His strokes are already jerky and rough, hips lifting up to fuck the circle of his fist.
God dammit. Guns are supposed to get Dean off, not him. But here he is, seconds away from coming and the thing that started it all was the soft click of empty cartridges and the slow slide of Izzie's fingers against the barrels.
"Want you to fuck her, Dean." He pants, his voice almost a whine but somehow, he doesn't care. "Hard and fast and right now."
It's Izzie who moans this time and she spins around to push Dean on the bed before settling in his lap. Dean's hand pushes her panties aside and Izzie lifts up so he can shoves his pants down his thighs.
Sam can see everything as she sinks down onto Dean's cock and his eyes travel over them hungrily.
His knees bend and he plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting up once...twice...before a cry tears itself from his throat and he comes sluggishly over his belly and the back of his hand.
Dean's naked hips are framed by Izzie's thighs and both are constantly brushing against the weapons spread on the bed.
He sighs and pushes his fingers through the come on his stomach. He hopes that image of them never leaves the back of his mind.