Fanfic - SPN: Sexysleepysaturday (Sam/Dean)
Title: Sexysleepysaturday
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: For j2_otpathon's combo prompt "Sam/Dean + Crappy Motel + Sleepy Morning Sex". And for moveablehistory's holiday charity fic drive - SPN Slash prompt #6 "Saturday morning lazy schmoop". And 057-Lazy for 100moods, challenge table here. And 007-Sleepy for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~2,000 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Wincest. Schmoop. Masturbation. Cliché. Established relationship. PWP. Smut. Graphic m/m sex. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Sam and Dean have some sleepy Saturday morning fun.
Soundtrack: "Love Song" by 311 from 50 First Dates (lyrics).
Author's Notes: Random quick-&-dirty. 'Cuz Evil!Sammy ate my brain!
DSL
Sam whispered Dean's name in his ear, his hand up ruffling his own sleep-mussed hair. "Dean."
Then he whispered it again, nuzzling Dean's neck. "Dean."
"Mmmmsam?" Dean mumble-moaned his brother's name, sleepy and squirming, as he tried to melt the whole back of his body into the warmth of his brother.
"You want me to get coffee?"
"Mmmmcoffee."
"Kay, Dean. I'll be back." But when he tried to slip his arm out from around his Dean's body, Dean put his own arm over it, holding it there.
"Nnnh-nnnh."
Sam's brow creased with amused confusion. "You don't want me to go, Dean? What about the coffee?"
"Mmmmfuckcoffee. Gotsammy. Nnnnstillsleepy."
Sam laughed softly against the curve of Dean's neck. Somehow mornings always made Dean either a cranky old man or a whiney little boy, fists rubbing his eyes and everything. Not that he'd ever tell Dean, but it was kind of adorable.
"Shouldn't we get up and drive or something?"
"Nnnno. Latersammy. 'S'coldousside. 'S'warmnere. Nnnn I goddasleeeeepsam."
Funny thing was, Dean had no problem going from fully asleep to totally awake in 0.3 seconds flat, if there was any kind of emergency. But barring spirits or lycans or Sam breaking his neck in the shower, Dean could easily continue huddling under the covers of his mostly sleepy dreamworld, which he was doing right now, tugging and grumbling at Sam with only half a drop of consciousness. And Sam had a hard time minding that Dean wanted to stay in bed today, but he wasn't just going to lay awake and keep Dean warm while he slept.
"I'm awake now, Dean. I'm not going back to sleep."
"Shuddupsam Nnnnjusssleeeeep."
"No way, man." Sam snorted. "I am not going back to sleep. And you are coming out of sleep, whether you like it or not."
Sam started kissing along Dean's neck, his hand sliding up to Dean's chest, and his fingers traced around one nipple, then the other. He brushed back and forth over the first again until it was a hard nub and he tugged on it gently until his brother shifted, leaning into his hand with a little low rumble that seemed to say interested more than annoyed. He gave his attention back to the other nipple, then, with a light pinch that brought that low rumble back and he set his teeth into his brother's shoulder, a little bite that Dean would feel but one that wouldn't leave much of a mark.
Dean pushed back against his body and Sam felt his cock harden along the taut curve of Dean's ass. He let his hand skate over his brothers abs, fingers flirting with the short waves of hair above Dean's cock as he pressed his own dick against Dean's smooth skin.
"Mmm c'm'on Sam."
"Uh-uh. Gotta wake up, bro."
Sam let his hand dip down a bit further, fingers brushing lightly over Dean's rising cock. Dean canted his hips up into Sam's fluttering fingers.
"Come on, Sam. Not cool. Don't tease, man." Dean's voice still sounded ragged from sleep, but he was sort of awake.
Sam licked a stripe of salty skin from Dean's collarbone up to just below his ear before sucking Dean's earlobe into his mouth. Then he rocked his hips up and against Dean, his cock rubbing over the firmness of his brother's ass. His restless fingers occupied themselves by wrapping loosely around Dean's cock, present enough to make Dean arch up into them, but not nearly tight enough to give the kind of friction that Dean wanted.
"Sam, come on, man. Just do it already." Yeah, he was mostly awake.
Sam pressed his lips into the soft spot at the back of Dean's jaw, the spot that always made Dean groan if he wasn't already. Dean moaned and Sam smiled mischievously against the expanse of Dean's neck on display, mouthing his words, warm, against Dean's exposed throat.
"I dunno, Dean. You still seem pretty sleepy to me." He gripped Dean's cock a little tighter, speeding up the slide of his fingers. "Maybe I should let you sleep."
"Mmmmm." Dean was angling his hips up into Sam's gliding fist, but his eyes were still closed. "No way, Sam. I'm- … oh yeah … not sleepy now- … nnngh yes."
Sam slid his hand right off Dean's cock, though, and brought it back to stroke his own. Both his hand and his cock brushed against Dean's ass as he jacked off, slowly, waiting for his brother to join the fun as an actual active participant. "Shhh. Go back to sleep, Dean. It's- … uhhh yeah … it's okay. Don't worry. I- … ohhh … I got this. Mmm fuck yes."
Dean rolled forward and over in a flash, scooting back toward Sam so that their legs could intertwine, hard cocks meeting as if to battle. His eyes held the first shimmer of wakefulness and they were burning with want.
"I'm awake enough, Sam."
Dean slipped a hand between them and grasped his own cock, mirroring Sam's slow strokes up and down.
"Yeah? You sure? 'Cause- … mmmm … I don't wanna keep you from- … uhhhh … sleeping, if that's what you'd- … oh fuck … ya know, rather be doing."
Dean leaned in for a kiss, pressing his lips to Sam's with a grunt of near-frustration as they both arched towards each other, hands and cocks sliding and rubbing against each other. Sam's mouth watered to taste more of Dean and he sucked on Dean's bottom lip before letting his tongue swipe over Dean's teeth and wrap around his tongue. The kiss was unhurried and deep as they jacked their cocks in tandem until their tongues were continuously tasting each other's moans.
Then Sam pulled back, breathing hard against Dean's lips.
"I think I need more proof … ya know … that you're really … awake."
Dean scoffed, bringing his hand up from his cock to give Sam's chest a rough shove so that Sam ended up sprawled out on his back, letting go of his dick and making room for Dean to straddle his abs.
Sam smirked as Dean climbed onto him and leaned over to rummage in the nightstand drawer, definitely awake. When Dean straightened back up with a hand full of lube and reached behind himself to grab Sam's cock, Sam shuddered, licking his lips. Dean gazed down at him, one eyebrow quirking up as his hand slicked Sam's cock, totally unhurried.
"You just wanted me to do all the work."
Dean's voice was gruff, but the corners of his mouth were inching upwards and his eyes had a glimmer that said he didn't mind in the least.
"Only because- … o-o-oh … it's been your turn- … mmm … like nine times over- … uhhh … already."
Sam gasped through his words as Dean did plenty more than just get him ready to fuck. Heat was pooling at the base of his dick, all his blood rushing down to ride out the waves of warm desire pushing their way up through him. Dean snickered, squeezing the slick cock in his hand.
"You gonna come on my ass and not in it, Sammy?"
"Better not, bitch." Sam puffed out air, his voice low and demanding, as he brought a hand up to tweak one of Dean's nipples. "And I suggest you quit playing and slide it on in there …. before I shove it in."
Dean nearly growled, nostrils flaring, and bent down before lifting his ass up and back to line it up with the head of Sam's dick.
Sinking slowly into the tight heat of Dean's ass, Sam moaned, bringing his hands up to nearly surround Dean's waist. He struggled to resist the deep urge of his hips and hands to slam Dean all the way down, sheathing himself fully inside Dean's body. But in only moments, the vice-grip tightness was becoming more like the fit of a favorite glove, and Dean sighed as he sat up with an ass full of cock.
"Well … since this my party … we're gonna take it nice and easy."
Sam was already drowning in a sea of sensations from the grip of Dean's ass around his throbbing cock and, right then, he really couldn't care less how they fucked, fast, slow, or upside down, as long as his brother's ass was warming his dick.
"Just- … fuck, Deam … just move!"
Dean put his hands of Sam's pecs, smiling wickedly as his thumbs skimmed over the pads Sam's nipples. and he started to roll his hips forward and up, back and down, over and over, at a leisurely pace. And even with the slow speed of his movements, Dean got caught up in the occasional shudder, breathing hard as he fucked himself down onto Sam's cock.
With Dean's position stable enough and the easy rhythm of that gorgeously curved ass riding his dick, Sam let his hands wander, sliding down the outside of Dean's thighs. Then his right hand slid up against the patch of smooth skin at the top of Dean's inner thigh and Dean made creaky, breathy noises as that hand swept over his sac before wrapping around his cock.
"Ohhh- … oh fuck … Sam … Fuck!"
Sam's fist was slipping up and down the thick curve of Dean's cock and his movements were faster than the beat Dean was keeping as he impaled himself on Sam's dick. Dean's mouth opened, lips licked to a tempting shine, and released a string of breathy grunts and moans as he sped up the shift and rise of his hips, following the needs of his manhandled dick.
And … fuck … the quick action of Dean's ass gliding over his cock pulled primal noises from the back of Sam's throat and he swept his free hand back to squeeze Dean's toned ass hard enough to bruise. He could feel the lustful fire burning his eyes as Dean looked into them, a tremor of desire vibrating through his brother and down into him.
Sam's hips were lifting almost off the bed, then, as he drove up into Dean and Dean bore down on his cock. His fingers gripped rough and hot on Dean's dick, slickness and friction bringing them both closer and closer to the brink with "fuck yeah" repeated often and groans overlapping.
The faster they fucked down and up into each other, the more their breaths creaked and stuttered, until Dean finally tumbled over the edge of bliss, quaking with a broken moan and spilling warm streams of spunk onto Sam's abs and chest. Sam was right behind him, though, loving the way Dean's ass clenched around him as his brother's body was strung tight, glistening with sweat at the peak of his orgasm. And he felt his own muscles tighten and a fever heat wash over him as he stammered out a piecemeal "yes" and flooded Dean with his come.
Sam breathed deep, closing his eyes, and let his hands slip from his brother's body and down onto the bed. He felt so good that he was nearly floating, having no problem with being a bit overwarm and slightly sticky. At that point, his ideal plan for the next hour or twelve was to just lay there and soak up the aftershocks of the amazing fuck they'd just had.
Dean leaned forward, pressing his chest almost to Sam's as he tugged at Sam's lips with his own, gentle and languid, then he groaned as Sam's cock slid out of him. He shifted his body slightly off to the side, face down into the pillows, and left one arm and one leg still slung over Sam, wet with all the mess they had made.
They just lay there for a bit, trying to catch breaths that seemed to have run halfway to Borneo while they fucked themselves awake. Then Dean turned to lean up on his elbow, stretching and breathing over the mat of Sam's soft hair.
"Ya know, Sam. When you said I'd be coming out of sleep, I hadn't really thought you meant that literally."
"Hmmm … me neither." Sam's vowels spread themselves out extra long as he yawned. "But ummm … howsabout we grab a little nap'n'stuff before lunch … hmmm?"
And Sam's eyes slid shut, Dean's laughter a warm rumble against his skin, as the bliss of a well-satisfied sleep pulled him in.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: For j2_otpathon's combo prompt "Sam/Dean + Crappy Motel + Sleepy Morning Sex". And for moveablehistory's holiday charity fic drive - SPN Slash prompt #6 "Saturday morning lazy schmoop". And 057-Lazy for 100moods, challenge table here. And 007-Sleepy for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~2,000 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Wincest. Schmoop. Masturbation. Cliché. Established relationship. PWP. Smut. Graphic m/m sex. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Sam and Dean have some sleepy Saturday morning fun.
Soundtrack: "Love Song" by 311 from 50 First Dates (lyrics).
Author's Notes: Random quick-&-dirty. 'Cuz Evil!Sammy ate my brain!
DSL
Sam whispered Dean's name in his ear, his hand up ruffling his own sleep-mussed hair. "Dean."
Then he whispered it again, nuzzling Dean's neck. "Dean."
"Mmmmsam?" Dean mumble-moaned his brother's name, sleepy and squirming, as he tried to melt the whole back of his body into the warmth of his brother.
"You want me to get coffee?"
"Mmmmcoffee."
"Kay, Dean. I'll be back." But when he tried to slip his arm out from around his Dean's body, Dean put his own arm over it, holding it there.
"Nnnh-nnnh."
Sam's brow creased with amused confusion. "You don't want me to go, Dean? What about the coffee?"
"Mmmmfuckcoffee. Gotsammy. Nnnnstillsleepy."
Sam laughed softly against the curve of Dean's neck. Somehow mornings always made Dean either a cranky old man or a whiney little boy, fists rubbing his eyes and everything. Not that he'd ever tell Dean, but it was kind of adorable.
"Shouldn't we get up and drive or something?"
"Nnnno. Latersammy. 'S'coldousside. 'S'warmnere. Nnnn I goddasleeeeepsam."
Funny thing was, Dean had no problem going from fully asleep to totally awake in 0.3 seconds flat, if there was any kind of emergency. But barring spirits or lycans or Sam breaking his neck in the shower, Dean could easily continue huddling under the covers of his mostly sleepy dreamworld, which he was doing right now, tugging and grumbling at Sam with only half a drop of consciousness. And Sam had a hard time minding that Dean wanted to stay in bed today, but he wasn't just going to lay awake and keep Dean warm while he slept.
"I'm awake now, Dean. I'm not going back to sleep."
"Shuddupsam Nnnnjusssleeeeep."
"No way, man." Sam snorted. "I am not going back to sleep. And you are coming out of sleep, whether you like it or not."
Sam started kissing along Dean's neck, his hand sliding up to Dean's chest, and his fingers traced around one nipple, then the other. He brushed back and forth over the first again until it was a hard nub and he tugged on it gently until his brother shifted, leaning into his hand with a little low rumble that seemed to say interested more than annoyed. He gave his attention back to the other nipple, then, with a light pinch that brought that low rumble back and he set his teeth into his brother's shoulder, a little bite that Dean would feel but one that wouldn't leave much of a mark.
Dean pushed back against his body and Sam felt his cock harden along the taut curve of Dean's ass. He let his hand skate over his brothers abs, fingers flirting with the short waves of hair above Dean's cock as he pressed his own dick against Dean's smooth skin.
"Mmm c'm'on Sam."
"Uh-uh. Gotta wake up, bro."
Sam let his hand dip down a bit further, fingers brushing lightly over Dean's rising cock. Dean canted his hips up into Sam's fluttering fingers.
"Come on, Sam. Not cool. Don't tease, man." Dean's voice still sounded ragged from sleep, but he was sort of awake.
Sam licked a stripe of salty skin from Dean's collarbone up to just below his ear before sucking Dean's earlobe into his mouth. Then he rocked his hips up and against Dean, his cock rubbing over the firmness of his brother's ass. His restless fingers occupied themselves by wrapping loosely around Dean's cock, present enough to make Dean arch up into them, but not nearly tight enough to give the kind of friction that Dean wanted.
"Sam, come on, man. Just do it already." Yeah, he was mostly awake.
Sam pressed his lips into the soft spot at the back of Dean's jaw, the spot that always made Dean groan if he wasn't already. Dean moaned and Sam smiled mischievously against the expanse of Dean's neck on display, mouthing his words, warm, against Dean's exposed throat.
"I dunno, Dean. You still seem pretty sleepy to me." He gripped Dean's cock a little tighter, speeding up the slide of his fingers. "Maybe I should let you sleep."
"Mmmmm." Dean was angling his hips up into Sam's gliding fist, but his eyes were still closed. "No way, Sam. I'm- … oh yeah … not sleepy now- … nnngh yes."
Sam slid his hand right off Dean's cock, though, and brought it back to stroke his own. Both his hand and his cock brushed against Dean's ass as he jacked off, slowly, waiting for his brother to join the fun as an actual active participant. "Shhh. Go back to sleep, Dean. It's- … uhhh yeah … it's okay. Don't worry. I- … ohhh … I got this. Mmm fuck yes."
Dean rolled forward and over in a flash, scooting back toward Sam so that their legs could intertwine, hard cocks meeting as if to battle. His eyes held the first shimmer of wakefulness and they were burning with want.
"I'm awake enough, Sam."
Dean slipped a hand between them and grasped his own cock, mirroring Sam's slow strokes up and down.
"Yeah? You sure? 'Cause- … mmmm … I don't wanna keep you from- … uhhhh … sleeping, if that's what you'd- … oh fuck … ya know, rather be doing."
Dean leaned in for a kiss, pressing his lips to Sam's with a grunt of near-frustration as they both arched towards each other, hands and cocks sliding and rubbing against each other. Sam's mouth watered to taste more of Dean and he sucked on Dean's bottom lip before letting his tongue swipe over Dean's teeth and wrap around his tongue. The kiss was unhurried and deep as they jacked their cocks in tandem until their tongues were continuously tasting each other's moans.
Then Sam pulled back, breathing hard against Dean's lips.
"I think I need more proof … ya know … that you're really … awake."
Dean scoffed, bringing his hand up from his cock to give Sam's chest a rough shove so that Sam ended up sprawled out on his back, letting go of his dick and making room for Dean to straddle his abs.
Sam smirked as Dean climbed onto him and leaned over to rummage in the nightstand drawer, definitely awake. When Dean straightened back up with a hand full of lube and reached behind himself to grab Sam's cock, Sam shuddered, licking his lips. Dean gazed down at him, one eyebrow quirking up as his hand slicked Sam's cock, totally unhurried.
"You just wanted me to do all the work."
Dean's voice was gruff, but the corners of his mouth were inching upwards and his eyes had a glimmer that said he didn't mind in the least.
"Only because- … o-o-oh … it's been your turn- … mmm … like nine times over- … uhhh … already."
Sam gasped through his words as Dean did plenty more than just get him ready to fuck. Heat was pooling at the base of his dick, all his blood rushing down to ride out the waves of warm desire pushing their way up through him. Dean snickered, squeezing the slick cock in his hand.
"You gonna come on my ass and not in it, Sammy?"
"Better not, bitch." Sam puffed out air, his voice low and demanding, as he brought a hand up to tweak one of Dean's nipples. "And I suggest you quit playing and slide it on in there …. before I shove it in."
Dean nearly growled, nostrils flaring, and bent down before lifting his ass up and back to line it up with the head of Sam's dick.
Sinking slowly into the tight heat of Dean's ass, Sam moaned, bringing his hands up to nearly surround Dean's waist. He struggled to resist the deep urge of his hips and hands to slam Dean all the way down, sheathing himself fully inside Dean's body. But in only moments, the vice-grip tightness was becoming more like the fit of a favorite glove, and Dean sighed as he sat up with an ass full of cock.
"Well … since this my party … we're gonna take it nice and easy."
Sam was already drowning in a sea of sensations from the grip of Dean's ass around his throbbing cock and, right then, he really couldn't care less how they fucked, fast, slow, or upside down, as long as his brother's ass was warming his dick.
"Just- … fuck, Deam … just move!"
Dean put his hands of Sam's pecs, smiling wickedly as his thumbs skimmed over the pads Sam's nipples. and he started to roll his hips forward and up, back and down, over and over, at a leisurely pace. And even with the slow speed of his movements, Dean got caught up in the occasional shudder, breathing hard as he fucked himself down onto Sam's cock.
With Dean's position stable enough and the easy rhythm of that gorgeously curved ass riding his dick, Sam let his hands wander, sliding down the outside of Dean's thighs. Then his right hand slid up against the patch of smooth skin at the top of Dean's inner thigh and Dean made creaky, breathy noises as that hand swept over his sac before wrapping around his cock.
"Ohhh- … oh fuck … Sam … Fuck!"
Sam's fist was slipping up and down the thick curve of Dean's cock and his movements were faster than the beat Dean was keeping as he impaled himself on Sam's dick. Dean's mouth opened, lips licked to a tempting shine, and released a string of breathy grunts and moans as he sped up the shift and rise of his hips, following the needs of his manhandled dick.
And … fuck … the quick action of Dean's ass gliding over his cock pulled primal noises from the back of Sam's throat and he swept his free hand back to squeeze Dean's toned ass hard enough to bruise. He could feel the lustful fire burning his eyes as Dean looked into them, a tremor of desire vibrating through his brother and down into him.
Sam's hips were lifting almost off the bed, then, as he drove up into Dean and Dean bore down on his cock. His fingers gripped rough and hot on Dean's dick, slickness and friction bringing them both closer and closer to the brink with "fuck yeah" repeated often and groans overlapping.
The faster they fucked down and up into each other, the more their breaths creaked and stuttered, until Dean finally tumbled over the edge of bliss, quaking with a broken moan and spilling warm streams of spunk onto Sam's abs and chest. Sam was right behind him, though, loving the way Dean's ass clenched around him as his brother's body was strung tight, glistening with sweat at the peak of his orgasm. And he felt his own muscles tighten and a fever heat wash over him as he stammered out a piecemeal "yes" and flooded Dean with his come.
Sam breathed deep, closing his eyes, and let his hands slip from his brother's body and down onto the bed. He felt so good that he was nearly floating, having no problem with being a bit overwarm and slightly sticky. At that point, his ideal plan for the next hour or twelve was to just lay there and soak up the aftershocks of the amazing fuck they'd just had.
Dean leaned forward, pressing his chest almost to Sam's as he tugged at Sam's lips with his own, gentle and languid, then he groaned as Sam's cock slid out of him. He shifted his body slightly off to the side, face down into the pillows, and left one arm and one leg still slung over Sam, wet with all the mess they had made.
They just lay there for a bit, trying to catch breaths that seemed to have run halfway to Borneo while they fucked themselves awake. Then Dean turned to lean up on his elbow, stretching and breathing over the mat of Sam's soft hair.
"Ya know, Sam. When you said I'd be coming out of sleep, I hadn't really thought you meant that literally."
"Hmmm … me neither." Sam's vowels spread themselves out extra long as he yawned. "But ummm … howsabout we grab a little nap'n'stuff before lunch … hmmm?"
And Sam's eyes slid shut, Dean's laughter a warm rumble against his skin, as the bliss of a well-satisfied sleep pulled him in.