Ficlet - My Eyes Are Green for spn_30snapshots
Title: My Eyes Are Green (tiny ficlet)
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Cas, unrequited Dean/Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #21, voyeurism,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Dean catches a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have seen.
Dean had been out at the bar hustling pool, vaguely considering the offer of the girl by the tables to go back to her place. He couldn’t bring himself to accept, though. He knew he’d just be thinking about Cas the whole time, which is what had happened the past couple of times he’d tried to hook up with some random chick.
Returning to their motel room with a pocket full of hustled cash, he was about to turn the key when he heard sounds from inside. Not the TV, sadly, as he would have been happy for the ammunition to mock Sam for watching Casa Erotica again. These were real sounds, not recorded ones. He hesitated at the door, not wanting to disturb his brother if he’d finally found a girl he was willing to take to bed. There was no way to stop himself from listening, though, to the pleasured moans he heard from the room.
After a moment, though, he realized he heard no girl-like sounds, which was unusual. The times he’d caught Sammy with a late-night partner, it was clear he was making her happy by the high-pitched moans and squeals that resulted. All he could hear was Sam.
But no, it wasn’t all he heard. There was the unmistakable sound of Sam getting his rocks off, it’s not like Dean hadn’t ever walked in on that before. The difference was that the resulting groans of pleasure that weren’t Sam were also not a girl, they were a guy, a low-pitched gravel tone that sounded strangely familiar.
Moving back toward the window, Dean peeked into the tiny space where the curtains didn’t entirely cover the window. What he saw was like a punch in the face. Sam was going at it all right, in bed and rocking earnestly into his partner. But it wasn’t some random guy.
It was Cas. It was Cas and Sam, rutting against each other, kissing, touching, under the covers God only knows what else. Dean wished he could stop watching, but he couldn’t. Cas’ face was flushed and open in a way that Dean had only imagined in his fantasies. Sam was…well, he was causing the flush and openness.
After a minute or two, though, he had to stop watching. He made it around to the side of the rows of motel rooms before he started retching.
That was supposed to be him, pulling those desperate moans from Cas. Him, making Cas desperate for more.
He got back into the car, pulled out of the parking lot and just drove. He’d have to get himself under control before he went back. At which point he was sure Cas would be gone and Sam would be passed out and he would have to pretend he hadn’t seen a thing, and even if he had, he didn’t care. It would be the biggest lie he could remember telling, but he’d do it. There was no way he was going to admit to his peeking and certainly no way he would tell either one of them that he was jealous.
Cas was supposed to be his angel.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Cas, unrequited Dean/Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #21, voyeurism,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Dean catches a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have seen.
Dean had been out at the bar hustling pool, vaguely considering the offer of the girl by the tables to go back to her place. He couldn’t bring himself to accept, though. He knew he’d just be thinking about Cas the whole time, which is what had happened the past couple of times he’d tried to hook up with some random chick.
Returning to their motel room with a pocket full of hustled cash, he was about to turn the key when he heard sounds from inside. Not the TV, sadly, as he would have been happy for the ammunition to mock Sam for watching Casa Erotica again. These were real sounds, not recorded ones. He hesitated at the door, not wanting to disturb his brother if he’d finally found a girl he was willing to take to bed. There was no way to stop himself from listening, though, to the pleasured moans he heard from the room.
After a moment, though, he realized he heard no girl-like sounds, which was unusual. The times he’d caught Sammy with a late-night partner, it was clear he was making her happy by the high-pitched moans and squeals that resulted. All he could hear was Sam.
But no, it wasn’t all he heard. There was the unmistakable sound of Sam getting his rocks off, it’s not like Dean hadn’t ever walked in on that before. The difference was that the resulting groans of pleasure that weren’t Sam were also not a girl, they were a guy, a low-pitched gravel tone that sounded strangely familiar.
Moving back toward the window, Dean peeked into the tiny space where the curtains didn’t entirely cover the window. What he saw was like a punch in the face. Sam was going at it all right, in bed and rocking earnestly into his partner. But it wasn’t some random guy.
It was Cas. It was Cas and Sam, rutting against each other, kissing, touching, under the covers God only knows what else. Dean wished he could stop watching, but he couldn’t. Cas’ face was flushed and open in a way that Dean had only imagined in his fantasies. Sam was…well, he was causing the flush and openness.
After a minute or two, though, he had to stop watching. He made it around to the side of the rows of motel rooms before he started retching.
That was supposed to be him, pulling those desperate moans from Cas. Him, making Cas desperate for more.
He got back into the car, pulled out of the parking lot and just drove. He’d have to get himself under control before he went back. At which point he was sure Cas would be gone and Sam would be passed out and he would have to pretend he hadn’t seen a thing, and even if he had, he didn’t care. It would be the biggest lie he could remember telling, but he’d do it. There was no way he was going to admit to his peeking and certainly no way he would tell either one of them that he was jealous.
Cas was supposed to be his angel.