Ficlet - Our Very Own House Of Wax
Title: Our Very Own House Of Wax
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #16, wax play
W/C: ~ 950
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Watching shitty slasher flicks may lead to kinky sex.
It started out as kind of a joke. Lying in bed (their bed, not some random motel bed like they used to have), watching a random horror film, half-exhausted from fucking, Dean said, “Hey, that guy kind of looks like you.”
Sam forced himself to concentrate on the dude currently taking up the screen.
“No he doesn’t.”
“He does, for real, but like, when you were younger. When you were at Stanford. Before you got all Hulk-Smash.”
“First of all, I’m not Hulk…anything. But yeah, I guess. Kinda. So?”
“So nothing. I’m just saying. He kind of looks like you.”
And that was that, because Sam was mostly passing out at that point.
Later, though, a week maybe, Dean brought it up again.
“You remember that movie we watched? With the wax house shit?”
“Uh-huh”, Sam replied, putting away the dishes from their dinner. “It was a piece of shit. Didn’t it have Paris Hilton in it? And that girl from Buffy?”
“Dude, seriously? Buffy?”
“Shut up, it was a good show. Hot chicks kicking ass and stuff.”
“Anyway. You know there’s stuff you can do. With wax. Supposed to be pretty hot. I mean, not like temperature hot. Except obviously, yeah, melted wax is hot. But like…sex hot.”
Sam quit putting away the dishes.
“Of course I know that. Did you think I was a virgin when we started sleeping together?”
Oh, and now affronted Dean makes an appearance. “No! Obviously!”
Sam was thrilled with this little development. “You wanted to, though, didn’t you? When I really was a virgin? Did you want to be my first, Dean?”, he replied with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Shut up about that! You’re an asshole! Jesus! I’m trying to…” Dean seemed to run out of words then, and honestly, it made Sam feel a little guilty.
“I’m sorry. Honest. Tell me what you want. I mean, as long as it’s not that you want to turn me into a wax statue or murder me in some gruesome way.”
“Quit being a dick and I won’t want to murder you.”
“Fine, fine, I said I’m sorry, I mean it. Now tell me. Please?”
Dean recovered fairly quickly. “I just thought maybe we could…try it out. See what it’s like. I mean, unless you already know all about it, on account of how sexually experienced you were before we-”
“Aw, come on, quit being pouty. No, I never did anything like that, just ‘cause I know about it doesn’t mean I did it. But I would.”
“Really?”
Sam leaned in and helped himself to a quick but passionate kiss. “Of course, really. With you? You gotta know I’d try just about anything at least once. Right?” He figured that must have made up for whatever douchebaggery he’d been displaying when Dean’s expression softened.
Once they made their way to the bedroom, though, Dean seemed a little hesitant. “Promise me, Sammy, please, if you don’t like it, you’ll tell me. Promise?”
“Yes, pinky swear, Dean. But I think I will like it. We won’t find out until we try, right?”
And that was that.
Dean purposely had Sam keep his jeans on, only taking off his shirt as he laid his younger brother down on the bed. Lighting the long yellow candle they kept in the closet for emergencies, he whispered, “Close your eyes.” And of course, Sam did.
After a moment of tense waiting, Sam felt the first drop of wax hit his left nipple, and hissed with the pain while at the same time feeling his erection grow harder.
“You like that?”
“Fuck, yes, do it again, Dean, please…”
Never one to hold out on his little brother, Dean obliged, dripping just a little more of the candle onto Sam’s right nipple, then sitting back to watch it harden as Sam exhaled sharply.
“More?”
“Yeah, more. Come on” was Sam’s reply, almost a whine.
Dean took his time, stretching a thin line of the candle wax across Sam’s chest, occasionally going back to add a little more to each nipple. Finally, there was a nice straight line from one nipple to the other, slowly cooling and hardening. He took a minute to blow on the substance, getting a rewarding full-body shudder from Sam.
“All right, Sammy. Now this is supposed to be the good part. Tell me if I’m wrong.” With a blunt fingernail, he started pulling the melted wax from his brother’s skin.
Sam could barely keep still with the all-consuming sensation that resulted. By the time Dean had pulled the last of the wax from the spot where he’d first felt the heat, he was squirming desperately, his cock so hard against his jeans he thought he might just come in his pants like a freaking teenager.
Luckily, Dean recognized the signs and took pity on his brother. Moving down on the bed, he quickly freed Sam’s leaking dick and started stroking him fast. It wasn’t more than a minute before Sam shouted and his orgasm coated Dean’s hand and his own stomach and chest.
There was quiet, just for a minute. Until Dean, characteristically, broke it.
“So I guess you did like it, then?”, he said, setting the now blown-out candle down on the nightstand.
Their nightstand.
Coming out of his post-orgasm haze, Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him close.
“Fuck me. Christ, please, Dean, just fuck me.”
And when did Dean ever turn down a request like that?
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #16, wax play
W/C: ~ 950
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Watching shitty slasher flicks may lead to kinky sex.
It started out as kind of a joke. Lying in bed (their bed, not some random motel bed like they used to have), watching a random horror film, half-exhausted from fucking, Dean said, “Hey, that guy kind of looks like you.”
Sam forced himself to concentrate on the dude currently taking up the screen.
“No he doesn’t.”
“He does, for real, but like, when you were younger. When you were at Stanford. Before you got all Hulk-Smash.”
“First of all, I’m not Hulk…anything. But yeah, I guess. Kinda. So?”
“So nothing. I’m just saying. He kind of looks like you.”
And that was that, because Sam was mostly passing out at that point.
Later, though, a week maybe, Dean brought it up again.
“You remember that movie we watched? With the wax house shit?”
“Uh-huh”, Sam replied, putting away the dishes from their dinner. “It was a piece of shit. Didn’t it have Paris Hilton in it? And that girl from Buffy?”
“Dude, seriously? Buffy?”
“Shut up, it was a good show. Hot chicks kicking ass and stuff.”
“Anyway. You know there’s stuff you can do. With wax. Supposed to be pretty hot. I mean, not like temperature hot. Except obviously, yeah, melted wax is hot. But like…sex hot.”
Sam quit putting away the dishes.
“Of course I know that. Did you think I was a virgin when we started sleeping together?”
Oh, and now affronted Dean makes an appearance. “No! Obviously!”
Sam was thrilled with this little development. “You wanted to, though, didn’t you? When I really was a virgin? Did you want to be my first, Dean?”, he replied with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Shut up about that! You’re an asshole! Jesus! I’m trying to…” Dean seemed to run out of words then, and honestly, it made Sam feel a little guilty.
“I’m sorry. Honest. Tell me what you want. I mean, as long as it’s not that you want to turn me into a wax statue or murder me in some gruesome way.”
“Quit being a dick and I won’t want to murder you.”
“Fine, fine, I said I’m sorry, I mean it. Now tell me. Please?”
Dean recovered fairly quickly. “I just thought maybe we could…try it out. See what it’s like. I mean, unless you already know all about it, on account of how sexually experienced you were before we-”
“Aw, come on, quit being pouty. No, I never did anything like that, just ‘cause I know about it doesn’t mean I did it. But I would.”
“Really?”
Sam leaned in and helped himself to a quick but passionate kiss. “Of course, really. With you? You gotta know I’d try just about anything at least once. Right?” He figured that must have made up for whatever douchebaggery he’d been displaying when Dean’s expression softened.
Once they made their way to the bedroom, though, Dean seemed a little hesitant. “Promise me, Sammy, please, if you don’t like it, you’ll tell me. Promise?”
“Yes, pinky swear, Dean. But I think I will like it. We won’t find out until we try, right?”
And that was that.
Dean purposely had Sam keep his jeans on, only taking off his shirt as he laid his younger brother down on the bed. Lighting the long yellow candle they kept in the closet for emergencies, he whispered, “Close your eyes.” And of course, Sam did.
After a moment of tense waiting, Sam felt the first drop of wax hit his left nipple, and hissed with the pain while at the same time feeling his erection grow harder.
“You like that?”
“Fuck, yes, do it again, Dean, please…”
Never one to hold out on his little brother, Dean obliged, dripping just a little more of the candle onto Sam’s right nipple, then sitting back to watch it harden as Sam exhaled sharply.
“More?”
“Yeah, more. Come on” was Sam’s reply, almost a whine.
Dean took his time, stretching a thin line of the candle wax across Sam’s chest, occasionally going back to add a little more to each nipple. Finally, there was a nice straight line from one nipple to the other, slowly cooling and hardening. He took a minute to blow on the substance, getting a rewarding full-body shudder from Sam.
“All right, Sammy. Now this is supposed to be the good part. Tell me if I’m wrong.” With a blunt fingernail, he started pulling the melted wax from his brother’s skin.
Sam could barely keep still with the all-consuming sensation that resulted. By the time Dean had pulled the last of the wax from the spot where he’d first felt the heat, he was squirming desperately, his cock so hard against his jeans he thought he might just come in his pants like a freaking teenager.
Luckily, Dean recognized the signs and took pity on his brother. Moving down on the bed, he quickly freed Sam’s leaking dick and started stroking him fast. It wasn’t more than a minute before Sam shouted and his orgasm coated Dean’s hand and his own stomach and chest.
There was quiet, just for a minute. Until Dean, characteristically, broke it.
“So I guess you did like it, then?”, he said, setting the now blown-out candle down on the nightstand.
Their nightstand.
Coming out of his post-orgasm haze, Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him close.
“Fuck me. Christ, please, Dean, just fuck me.”
And when did Dean ever turn down a request like that?