Lazy Summer Loving, Sam/Dean, NC-17
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mickeymTitle: Lazy Summer Loving
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 657
Warnings/Spoilers: Underage (Sam is 15), A/U.
A/N: This is in the same universe as my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_j2_bigbang We Know Each Other As We Always Were. I was poking around in my pictures folder for something or other, and happened upon a manip ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lexalot did quite some while back...and I was really, really surprised by how well this manip she did fits my boys in this universe I created. I've included the picture at the bottom, so y'all could see why it inspired me so, and because I don't remember now where or when she posted the original. Please note again: it's NOT my picture, and I'm not trying to claim credit for it. (In fact, lexalot, if you see this post and you're not comfortable with me having the picture up here, just let me know and I'll take it down.)
It starts as it so often does these days, with them tackling and tickling each other. Pushing and shoving, hands slip-sliding over sweaty skin, as much caresses as anything else.
When they're both too hot to wrestle any more, Sam's overshirt discarded back some distance, leaving him only in a sweaty t-shirt, and Dean with his shirt unbuttoned and flapping open, they flop down in the grass. Sam settles close to Dean, then shifts closer, moving until he's resting more-or-less on top of Dean.
Dean's rubbing his hand up and down his chest, lazy strokes that make Sam hot for reasons other than a summer day. It's mesmerizing, watching Dean's fingers edge closer and closer to the waistband of his pants; when one finger dips below, just briefly, Sam feels dizzy from the heat surging through him.
He kisses Dean, then, reckless in the daytime like this, with the house still in view, though at a distance. Reckless, but necessary, and one kiss turns into two, into a dozen, slick and slow and so good, Sam's tongue dipping and teasing at Dean's mouth the way Dean's fingers are teasing at his fly, at the edge of his pants.
Sam whispers into Dean's ear, "I want to watch you touch yourself."
He rubs over Dean's nipple with his knuckles; presses tiny kisses to Dean's neck and throat while he watches Dean slide his hand down slow, so slowly, rubbing over his belly and then edging his fingers down under the waist of his pants. Sam fumbles for Dean's buckle, their fingers tangling while he undoes it. Beneath the fabric Dean's hard, dick tenting his pants out, and Dean groans low in his throat when Sam rubs his fingers against him deliberately.
"C'mon," Sam hisses, nipping at Dean's throat. "Do it."
"So impatient, Sammy," Dean laughs, but Sam hears his groan of relief when his pants come undone and his dick surges up and out. No underwear; it's too hot to wear them today -- Sam's bare under his pants, too. Now Sam smells Dean, rich and earthy, sex and sweat and salt and he bites his lip so he doesn't reach down. He wants to watch Dean. "God--you, you should do this." The words fall from Dean's mouth, slurred and rough, and Sam thinks yeah, he should, but it's incredible to watch Dean do this.
"Want to watch," he says instead, and licks at the droplets of sweat beading up on Dean's throat. Sucks over Dean's Adam's apple, scoring the skin lightly with his teeth. "Love to watch you, taste you, you taste so good--" He rocks into Dean, pressing his erection against Dean's hip. Just that bit of friction makes heat streak up his spine and down his nerves.
"Uhhh." Dean thrusts up into his hand, breath coming in faster, heavier pants. Sam shifts so he can kiss Dean; tastes the hunger on his tongue, licks the salt off his lips. Dean's mouth is hot and slick, a bit of wet heaven and Sam drinks from it eagerly, sliding his tongue over and around Dean's and swallowing down all the little grunts and growls Dean makes as he jerks off.
He spills over his stomach and fingers, and Sam ducks his head to lick and suck each drop up. Dean shudders when Sam sucks his fingers; the shudders turn to shivers when Sam laps at his belly, chasing each bitter-salty, sticky bit of come.
"Let me do you--" Dean starts, shifting to roll to his side. Sam feels heat crawl over his cheeks and dips his head so Dean doesn't see it.
"Already came," he mumbles. "When you did."
"Yeah?" Dean slides his hand over Sam's crotch; cups the wet heat he finds there. "I'm too much for you, huh?"
Sam snorts but curls closer. It's way too hot to be this close, but Sam doesn't care. The closer the better, in his opinion.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 657
Warnings/Spoilers: Underage (Sam is 15), A/U.
A/N: This is in the same universe as my
spn_j2_bigbang We Know Each Other As We Always Were. I was poking around in my pictures folder for something or other, and happened upon a manip lexalot did quite some while back...and I was really, really surprised by how well this manip she did fits my boys in this universe I created. I've included the picture at the bottom, so y'all could see why it inspired me so, and because I don't remember now where or when she posted the original. Please note again: it's NOT my picture, and I'm not trying to claim credit for it. (In fact, lexalot, if you see this post and you're not comfortable with me having the picture up here, just let me know and I'll take it down.)It starts as it so often does these days, with them tackling and tickling each other. Pushing and shoving, hands slip-sliding over sweaty skin, as much caresses as anything else.
When they're both too hot to wrestle any more, Sam's overshirt discarded back some distance, leaving him only in a sweaty t-shirt, and Dean with his shirt unbuttoned and flapping open, they flop down in the grass. Sam settles close to Dean, then shifts closer, moving until he's resting more-or-less on top of Dean.
Dean's rubbing his hand up and down his chest, lazy strokes that make Sam hot for reasons other than a summer day. It's mesmerizing, watching Dean's fingers edge closer and closer to the waistband of his pants; when one finger dips below, just briefly, Sam feels dizzy from the heat surging through him.
He kisses Dean, then, reckless in the daytime like this, with the house still in view, though at a distance. Reckless, but necessary, and one kiss turns into two, into a dozen, slick and slow and so good, Sam's tongue dipping and teasing at Dean's mouth the way Dean's fingers are teasing at his fly, at the edge of his pants.
Sam whispers into Dean's ear, "I want to watch you touch yourself."
He rubs over Dean's nipple with his knuckles; presses tiny kisses to Dean's neck and throat while he watches Dean slide his hand down slow, so slowly, rubbing over his belly and then edging his fingers down under the waist of his pants. Sam fumbles for Dean's buckle, their fingers tangling while he undoes it. Beneath the fabric Dean's hard, dick tenting his pants out, and Dean groans low in his throat when Sam rubs his fingers against him deliberately.
"C'mon," Sam hisses, nipping at Dean's throat. "Do it."
"So impatient, Sammy," Dean laughs, but Sam hears his groan of relief when his pants come undone and his dick surges up and out. No underwear; it's too hot to wear them today -- Sam's bare under his pants, too. Now Sam smells Dean, rich and earthy, sex and sweat and salt and he bites his lip so he doesn't reach down. He wants to watch Dean. "God--you, you should do this." The words fall from Dean's mouth, slurred and rough, and Sam thinks yeah, he should, but it's incredible to watch Dean do this.
"Want to watch," he says instead, and licks at the droplets of sweat beading up on Dean's throat. Sucks over Dean's Adam's apple, scoring the skin lightly with his teeth. "Love to watch you, taste you, you taste so good--" He rocks into Dean, pressing his erection against Dean's hip. Just that bit of friction makes heat streak up his spine and down his nerves.
"Uhhh." Dean thrusts up into his hand, breath coming in faster, heavier pants. Sam shifts so he can kiss Dean; tastes the hunger on his tongue, licks the salt off his lips. Dean's mouth is hot and slick, a bit of wet heaven and Sam drinks from it eagerly, sliding his tongue over and around Dean's and swallowing down all the little grunts and growls Dean makes as he jerks off.
He spills over his stomach and fingers, and Sam ducks his head to lick and suck each drop up. Dean shudders when Sam sucks his fingers; the shudders turn to shivers when Sam laps at his belly, chasing each bitter-salty, sticky bit of come.
"Let me do you--" Dean starts, shifting to roll to his side. Sam feels heat crawl over his cheeks and dips his head so Dean doesn't see it.
"Already came," he mumbles. "When you did."
"Yeah?" Dean slides his hand over Sam's crotch; cups the wet heat he finds there. "I'm too much for you, huh?"
Sam snorts but curls closer. It's way too hot to be this close, but Sam doesn't care. The closer the better, in his opinion.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 06:51 am (UTC)I can't see the picture, though :(
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Date: 2008-07-13 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 08:32 am (UTC)*dies of hot*
This is GORGEOUS.
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Date: 2008-07-13 08:58 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-07-13 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 02:53 pm (UTC)Innocent but not;)
More in this universe *loves*
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Date: 2008-07-13 04:59 pm (UTC)I've been working on a new Dean piece, this has inspired me even more. :)
*hugs you*
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Date: 2008-07-14 12:22 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-07-14 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 02:56 pm (UTC)I think I'm gonna have to read your Big Bang fic now! :p
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Date: 2008-07-14 03:49 pm (UTC)Thanks!!
Lynsey
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Date: 2008-07-14 03:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 04:13 pm (UTC)I told you how much I loved the Bigbang Story (I was one of the people that couldn't write beacause of all the crying ;)) and now seeing THIS ??
TOTALLY MADE MY DAY !!
*gives you flowers , candies and a puppy-eyed look* Will there be more *whisper* ...?
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Date: 2008-07-14 04:39 pm (UTC)And the picture...*faints* Lexalot is really talented.
Thanks for sharing :)
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Date: 2008-07-14 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 07:22 pm (UTC)I love this verse so much, hope you write more.
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Date: 2008-07-14 09:42 pm (UTC)And the picture. *flail*
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Date: 2008-07-14 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 11:59 pm (UTC)& loveee the picture:)
great job:)
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Date: 2008-07-15 01:13 am (UTC)Hugs,
Arlad
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Date: 2008-07-15 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-15 06:26 am (UTC)