Fanfic - SPN: See, Shout, Breathe (NC-17, Slash: Sam/Dean)
Title: See, Shout, Breathe [Evil!Sammy Universe]
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: Inspired by spnwank (The Good Kind). "066-Naughty" for 100moods, challenge table here. "36-Wanking" for 50kinkyways, challenge table here. "002-Hands" for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~1400 words total.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers. Interlude. Comment!porn. PWP. Body part!kink (hands). Masturbation. Voyeurism. Public sex. Wincest. Slash. Smut. Graphic m/m sex. Some Kink/BDSM (D/s) overtones. Established relationship. Future. AU after "Simon Said."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Dean wants to watch. Sam wants to do it in public. Then, Dean just wants to breathe again.
Beta: traffic_west gets props for the flash beta job. All current errors and oddities are my own.
Author's Notes: These are three separate porny interludes presented in the order they were written. I didn't think I was writing them for any of my 'verses, but the more I worked on them, the more I realized that this 'verse has taken over my mind. So, they're completely out of context, but they do all happen in the "Before the Day of Fire" part of this 'verse, sometime after the forthcoming "Plain Gold Band". And don't forget to check out the many other porny bits at spnwank. Some of them might even be mine. ;-D // For more info about my Evil!Sammy Universe, including links to all installments, please go here.
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1: See
"I wanna watch you."
His cock was out and Sam was kneeled up between his bent and spread legs, but right then, seeing the shift of muscle under Sam's skin, Dean just wanted to lay back and watch.
Sam looked a little puzzled, but a lot turned on. "You serious? You don't want-"
"Told you, Sammy. I wanna watch."
He let his tongue glide out over his lips before he pulled the bottom one in, biting down, and his hips lifted up just a little as he thought this through in full technicolor.
"Let me watch you. ... Then you can- … fuck me open with your fingers … while you watch me."
He could feel the slow rumble of his voice deep in his chest and Sam groaned, his fingers wrapping quick around his cock with a sharp squeeze.
"You keep talking like that and it won't take long."
It took a minute for his mind to process the words, because he was watching Sam's dick ride up and down in the pull of his hand. The sweep of his thumb right over the ridge of his cock forced little whimper-moans from Sam's throat and Dean thought he could come just from hearing those sounds.
He brought his hands up, brushing over Sam's thighs and Sam leaned into him until Dean could feel the rock of Sam's hips as he fucked his own hand. Their cocks were so close now and Sam's slow tempo was hypnotic and deep, like Sam was really fucking into him. He spared a glance up at Sam's face and saw his brother's lips parted and wet, his lashes sliding all the way down as his eyes rolled back.
Sam's hand was sliding over his cock faster, then, his grip tight enough to make his dick throb red as he grunted in time with his thrusts. Sam all but fucked him, the force of his movements rocking both their bodies as the tug of his hand on his cock lost its rhythm. He pulled back a bit with a low moan and a shudder, milking his dick until it shot wet strings of spunk on Dean's cock and abs.
Dean was panting, then, his cock leaking its own slick, as Sam pulled up on his dick once more, draining it with a groan. Then he looked at Dean with a blissed-out smirk and eyes dark with want.
"Your turn."
2: Shout
Sam fucked into him, slow, pressing him into the metal of the stall divider. They were in the bathroom of some backwards bar in who-knew-where, but as Sam's fingers wrapped themselves around Dean's dick, he really couldn't bring himself to care. He had that amazing throb in his ass from being so full of Sam's dick and from the angle, so rough with only spit for lube. Sam had demanded it, though, his hand heavy on Dean's thigh under the table. Then he'd followed him into the bathroom, waiting a respectable time.
Dean could feel the rub that would leave marks from his wrinkled jeans straining just below his knees because Sam wanted his legs spread as far as they would go, because Sam wanted to take his time with this, make him ache. And damn did he.
The force and friction of Sam's cock driving rough into his ass made him want to cry out, but he bit down on his lip until it split. Sam's hand was fisting over his cock, though, and he thrust up into the slide of that hand, even as he pressed back, impaling himself on his brother's dick. Then there was warmth pooling at the base of his cock, sparks pulsing out to every nerve in his body, and he bucked against Sam, opening his mouth with a silent yell of bliss as his cock jerked, spitting pearly come onto the painted metal finish in front of him. A final jolt of orgasm shot through him and he tensed up, his hole pulling in Sam's cock until he felt the edge of teeth through his shirt as Sam bit down on his shoulder and emptied a fuck's worth of spunk into his ass.
Then they breathed, cooling down for the moment, but Dean knew that later - not here - but later, they'd fuck themselves weak and he'd shout himself hoarse.
3: Breathe
"Bend over."
They'd only just walked into the room, but already Sam was pressed right up against his back, his low tones flowing hot over Dean's ear.
"What?"
It wasn't that he wasn't turned on. Oh fuck was he turned on. But, he was kind of confused.
"I said bend over. Actually … undo your pants … and bend over."
"Sammy?"
He wasn't really all that concerned, but he felt the need to ask anyway.
"Yeah, Dean. Just me. But I want it like this tonight. Understand?"
Fuck yes. He could feel his chest heaving just a little bit faster now and not quite as deep as before.
"Yeah, Sammy. Sure do."
"Well then … I said … bend … over. … Now."
Sam's voice slid over him, warm and slick like come, and Dean knew Sam was too serious to wait and he was too aroused to back down. His fingers tripped over themselves undoing his belt, his fly, and pushing down on his pants and boxers as he bent over the corner of the closest bed. His layers of shirts were shoved up towards his neck and he felt the press of lips on his back, planting kisses like brands, burning, in a trail that led to the crease of his ass. Then he heard and felt Sam spit, the wet from his mouth followed closely by fingers sliding down to the outer rim of his hole.
One of those fingers pressed into him, slowly, but another pushed its way inside when he was only just barely ready and he groaned down into the bedspread. Sam's fingers fucked into him, rolling in and out until they slid over that spot and he nearly jumped up, grunting. Sam kept playing over that bundle of nerves, though, the sensations spiraling up into him, so intense that they made his whole body throb and his voice roughen like his throat was shredded.
"Oh fuck, Sam, just- … just fuck me already."
Sam slid his other hand under Dean, his fingers curling around Dean's cock with a quick tug that made Dean gasp.
"That's not the plan. … You're gonna come just like this … with my hand on your dick … and my fingers deep in your ass."
Dean's voice huffed out, strained, with what felt like the last of his air.
"Fuck."
A tremor of need and soclose skated down his back and Sam just rubbed slow hard circles rightthere, his hand gripping tight as it slipped up and down Dean's dick. It almost seemed like he could feel the calluses of Sam's fingertips as they skimmed over the crown of his cock now, too sensitive, but fuck if he didn't love the hardroughnow of the way Sam was taking him.
Dean felt the pressure inside him increase tenfold, almost pain, as Sam urged his hole to take one more of his fingers and god it felt forced, like his ass couldn't handle so much of that he-man's hand without pourings of lube, but god he was sofuckingclose now, his heartbeat racing like there'd be a prize if it burst. Sam sped up the flick of his wrist to meet the demands of that pulse and Dean could feel his sac tighten and quake as the hand on his dick yanked out quick, brutal strokes until he was moaning on top of his moans as if breathing was optional.
"Come for me."
Sam's words, growled and urgent, hit his body like a sudden wall of desire and Dean's breath stopped as his ass clamped down on Sam's fingers.
"Then, we're gonna do this all over again."
The air in his lungs slammed out of him with a groan as he shook, spilling his come out onto the bed, his cock twitching as the last of his orgasm dripped out of him and he wheezed like he hadn't seen air in a year.
But Sam gave no time for him to catch his breath right then. Not then and not for many hours after then.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: Inspired by spnwank (The Good Kind). "066-Naughty" for 100moods, challenge table here. "36-Wanking" for 50kinkyways, challenge table here. "002-Hands" for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~1400 words total.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers. Interlude. Comment!porn. PWP. Body part!kink (hands). Masturbation. Voyeurism. Public sex. Wincest. Slash. Smut. Graphic m/m sex. Some Kink/BDSM (D/s) overtones. Established relationship. Future. AU after "Simon Said."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Dean wants to watch. Sam wants to do it in public. Then, Dean just wants to breathe again.
Beta: traffic_west gets props for the flash beta job. All current errors and oddities are my own.
Author's Notes: These are three separate porny interludes presented in the order they were written. I didn't think I was writing them for any of my 'verses, but the more I worked on them, the more I realized that this 'verse has taken over my mind. So, they're completely out of context, but they do all happen in the "Before the Day of Fire" part of this 'verse, sometime after the forthcoming "Plain Gold Band". And don't forget to check out the many other porny bits at spnwank. Some of them might even be mine. ;-D // For more info about my Evil!Sammy Universe, including links to all installments, please go here.
Dell Discount Coupons
1: See
"I wanna watch you."
His cock was out and Sam was kneeled up between his bent and spread legs, but right then, seeing the shift of muscle under Sam's skin, Dean just wanted to lay back and watch.
Sam looked a little puzzled, but a lot turned on. "You serious? You don't want-"
"Told you, Sammy. I wanna watch."
He let his tongue glide out over his lips before he pulled the bottom one in, biting down, and his hips lifted up just a little as he thought this through in full technicolor.
"Let me watch you. ... Then you can- … fuck me open with your fingers … while you watch me."
He could feel the slow rumble of his voice deep in his chest and Sam groaned, his fingers wrapping quick around his cock with a sharp squeeze.
"You keep talking like that and it won't take long."
It took a minute for his mind to process the words, because he was watching Sam's dick ride up and down in the pull of his hand. The sweep of his thumb right over the ridge of his cock forced little whimper-moans from Sam's throat and Dean thought he could come just from hearing those sounds.
He brought his hands up, brushing over Sam's thighs and Sam leaned into him until Dean could feel the rock of Sam's hips as he fucked his own hand. Their cocks were so close now and Sam's slow tempo was hypnotic and deep, like Sam was really fucking into him. He spared a glance up at Sam's face and saw his brother's lips parted and wet, his lashes sliding all the way down as his eyes rolled back.
Sam's hand was sliding over his cock faster, then, his grip tight enough to make his dick throb red as he grunted in time with his thrusts. Sam all but fucked him, the force of his movements rocking both their bodies as the tug of his hand on his cock lost its rhythm. He pulled back a bit with a low moan and a shudder, milking his dick until it shot wet strings of spunk on Dean's cock and abs.
Dean was panting, then, his cock leaking its own slick, as Sam pulled up on his dick once more, draining it with a groan. Then he looked at Dean with a blissed-out smirk and eyes dark with want.
"Your turn."
2: Shout
Sam fucked into him, slow, pressing him into the metal of the stall divider. They were in the bathroom of some backwards bar in who-knew-where, but as Sam's fingers wrapped themselves around Dean's dick, he really couldn't bring himself to care. He had that amazing throb in his ass from being so full of Sam's dick and from the angle, so rough with only spit for lube. Sam had demanded it, though, his hand heavy on Dean's thigh under the table. Then he'd followed him into the bathroom, waiting a respectable time.
Dean could feel the rub that would leave marks from his wrinkled jeans straining just below his knees because Sam wanted his legs spread as far as they would go, because Sam wanted to take his time with this, make him ache. And damn did he.
The force and friction of Sam's cock driving rough into his ass made him want to cry out, but he bit down on his lip until it split. Sam's hand was fisting over his cock, though, and he thrust up into the slide of that hand, even as he pressed back, impaling himself on his brother's dick. Then there was warmth pooling at the base of his cock, sparks pulsing out to every nerve in his body, and he bucked against Sam, opening his mouth with a silent yell of bliss as his cock jerked, spitting pearly come onto the painted metal finish in front of him. A final jolt of orgasm shot through him and he tensed up, his hole pulling in Sam's cock until he felt the edge of teeth through his shirt as Sam bit down on his shoulder and emptied a fuck's worth of spunk into his ass.
Then they breathed, cooling down for the moment, but Dean knew that later - not here - but later, they'd fuck themselves weak and he'd shout himself hoarse.
3: Breathe
"Bend over."
They'd only just walked into the room, but already Sam was pressed right up against his back, his low tones flowing hot over Dean's ear.
"What?"
It wasn't that he wasn't turned on. Oh fuck was he turned on. But, he was kind of confused.
"I said bend over. Actually … undo your pants … and bend over."
"Sammy?"
He wasn't really all that concerned, but he felt the need to ask anyway.
"Yeah, Dean. Just me. But I want it like this tonight. Understand?"
Fuck yes. He could feel his chest heaving just a little bit faster now and not quite as deep as before.
"Yeah, Sammy. Sure do."
"Well then … I said … bend … over. … Now."
Sam's voice slid over him, warm and slick like come, and Dean knew Sam was too serious to wait and he was too aroused to back down. His fingers tripped over themselves undoing his belt, his fly, and pushing down on his pants and boxers as he bent over the corner of the closest bed. His layers of shirts were shoved up towards his neck and he felt the press of lips on his back, planting kisses like brands, burning, in a trail that led to the crease of his ass. Then he heard and felt Sam spit, the wet from his mouth followed closely by fingers sliding down to the outer rim of his hole.
One of those fingers pressed into him, slowly, but another pushed its way inside when he was only just barely ready and he groaned down into the bedspread. Sam's fingers fucked into him, rolling in and out until they slid over that spot and he nearly jumped up, grunting. Sam kept playing over that bundle of nerves, though, the sensations spiraling up into him, so intense that they made his whole body throb and his voice roughen like his throat was shredded.
"Oh fuck, Sam, just- … just fuck me already."
Sam slid his other hand under Dean, his fingers curling around Dean's cock with a quick tug that made Dean gasp.
"That's not the plan. … You're gonna come just like this … with my hand on your dick … and my fingers deep in your ass."
Dean's voice huffed out, strained, with what felt like the last of his air.
"Fuck."
A tremor of need and soclose skated down his back and Sam just rubbed slow hard circles rightthere, his hand gripping tight as it slipped up and down Dean's dick. It almost seemed like he could feel the calluses of Sam's fingertips as they skimmed over the crown of his cock now, too sensitive, but fuck if he didn't love the hardroughnow of the way Sam was taking him.
Dean felt the pressure inside him increase tenfold, almost pain, as Sam urged his hole to take one more of his fingers and god it felt forced, like his ass couldn't handle so much of that he-man's hand without pourings of lube, but god he was sofuckingclose now, his heartbeat racing like there'd be a prize if it burst. Sam sped up the flick of his wrist to meet the demands of that pulse and Dean could feel his sac tighten and quake as the hand on his dick yanked out quick, brutal strokes until he was moaning on top of his moans as if breathing was optional.
"Come for me."
Sam's words, growled and urgent, hit his body like a sudden wall of desire and Dean's breath stopped as his ass clamped down on Sam's fingers.
"Then, we're gonna do this all over again."
The air in his lungs slammed out of him with a groan as he shook, spilling his come out onto the bed, his cock twitching as the last of his orgasm dripped out of him and he wheezed like he hadn't seen air in a year.
But Sam gave no time for him to catch his breath right then. Not then and not for many hours after then.