Finish Your Whiskey And Beer for snapshots prompt table
Title: Finish Your Whiskey And Beer (ficlet)
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (kinda curtain!fic)
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #14, Lick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The end of the night. Or not.
A/N: Title swiped from Closing Time.
Last call.
It wasn’t often that Dean and Sam stuck around for that, usually eager to get back to their bed. Their bed, not some random motel bed, or a mattress on the floor of an abandoned cabin. The bed they’d gone to IKEA and picked out, moved into their very own apartment, and put together without killing each other using only an Allan wrench and illustrated instructions.
They hadn’t broken it yet, so they’d probably put it together correctly.
Here they were though, still at the bar, time somehow had gotten away from them as they relaxed with their beers and shots, enjoying the feeling of having no next hunt to get to. It was still new and exhilarating but at the same time unfamiliar. Not like the sex, which was exhilarating but not new or unfamiliar.
The lights had come on in the bar, and the place starting emptying out quickly. The alcohol had gone to both of their heads, and luckily they were in a city that wasn’t too intolerant of their drunken PDA.
Grinding up against Dean, Sam aimed a well-placed lick from his brother’s collarbone all the way to the edge of his jawline. He smirked when he heard Dean’s guttural moan. That only made him a little more bold, switching to the other side and repeating the slow swipe of his tongue along the same route.
For his part, Dean was beyond caring what anyone left in the place saw. No one knew they were brothers, so who gave a fuck? He certainly didn’t have the ability for it as Sam was grinding against him and licking him like that. When he angled his head to steal a kiss, Sam just grinned and moved backward, using his tongue to leave a wet trail straight up his throat, across his Adam’s apple and up to his chin.
As close as he’d been since he was a kid to coming in his pants, Dean was shaken from his reverie as he heard the distinct sound of a stranger clearing his throat loudly. When he looked around, he realized he and Sam were the only people left except the bartender.
The man didn’t give any indication of being uncomfortable with the explicit dude-on-dude action happening twelve inches from where he was standing. He simply raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re old enough to know the saying, guys. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
Sam nodded at the guy and started leading Dean toward the door. They had plenty of time to finish this at home.
At home.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (kinda curtain!fic)
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #14, Lick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The end of the night. Or not.
A/N: Title swiped from Closing Time.
Last call.
It wasn’t often that Dean and Sam stuck around for that, usually eager to get back to their bed. Their bed, not some random motel bed, or a mattress on the floor of an abandoned cabin. The bed they’d gone to IKEA and picked out, moved into their very own apartment, and put together without killing each other using only an Allan wrench and illustrated instructions.
They hadn’t broken it yet, so they’d probably put it together correctly.
Here they were though, still at the bar, time somehow had gotten away from them as they relaxed with their beers and shots, enjoying the feeling of having no next hunt to get to. It was still new and exhilarating but at the same time unfamiliar. Not like the sex, which was exhilarating but not new or unfamiliar.
The lights had come on in the bar, and the place starting emptying out quickly. The alcohol had gone to both of their heads, and luckily they were in a city that wasn’t too intolerant of their drunken PDA.
Grinding up against Dean, Sam aimed a well-placed lick from his brother’s collarbone all the way to the edge of his jawline. He smirked when he heard Dean’s guttural moan. That only made him a little more bold, switching to the other side and repeating the slow swipe of his tongue along the same route.
For his part, Dean was beyond caring what anyone left in the place saw. No one knew they were brothers, so who gave a fuck? He certainly didn’t have the ability for it as Sam was grinding against him and licking him like that. When he angled his head to steal a kiss, Sam just grinned and moved backward, using his tongue to leave a wet trail straight up his throat, across his Adam’s apple and up to his chin.
As close as he’d been since he was a kid to coming in his pants, Dean was shaken from his reverie as he heard the distinct sound of a stranger clearing his throat loudly. When he looked around, he realized he and Sam were the only people left except the bartender.
The man didn’t give any indication of being uncomfortable with the explicit dude-on-dude action happening twelve inches from where he was standing. He simply raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re old enough to know the saying, guys. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
Sam nodded at the guy and started leading Dean toward the door. They had plenty of time to finish this at home.
At home.