Title: Swings and Roundabouts, 5/7
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warnings: Wincest and wet, naked Dean.
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Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove 2006, Round 3, 'Seven Deadly Sins' and 'Seven Heavenly Virtues', #5 - Lust // Hope
#1 Pride // Faith, #2 Gluttony // Temperance, #3 Envy // Justice, #4 Anger // Prudence.
Lust // Hope
Sam almost trips on his way up the stairs - on his way to Dean. Dean, in the shower, hot, wet and wanting him. Missouri says it and he knows it's true because every moment he's away from Dean he wants him too.
That first wave of frantic lust carries him up the rest of the stairs and along the hall to where the bathroom door waits, closed but not locked. The handle turns easily beneath his fingers and then he stills, frozen by the reality of what's just happened. Someone knows. Missouri knows. Knows and - what? Understands? Accepts? Does she has she will she see them together if he opens this door and does what he urgently, ardently wants to?
He knows the thought of someone watching this should make him step back, step down and back away, but it doesn't. It spurs him on. For the first time in forever this isn't a dirty little secret, something to hide from friends and family, from prying outside eyes. This time they have a witness. It makes him harder. And to think he's always accusing Dean of being the kinky one. Maybe it's in the blood.
The door handle turns and slips away from his loose grasp and suddenly they're face to face.
The towel around Dean's hips is small and frayed and barely gives a glancing nod towards propriety. It comes off easily under Sam's hands and a vivid spark of understanding flashes to life in Dean's eye.
"Sammy? I didn't hear Missouri go out."
The words are absently spoken; Sam's focussed entirely on Dean's wet skin. Whole acres of skin - naked, wet and begging for the touch of his fingers, lips, tongue, teeth and cock.
The immediate twitch of Dean's cock has Sam grinning and tugging him back towards the bedroom.
"She sent me up here. Missouri knows, Dean. She thinks this will help me focus, will help me do what I need to do."
Sam makes sure the bedroom door is securely closed behind them then turns back, breathlessly eager. Dean is standing at the foot of the bed, one hip and head cocked, a sultry pout emphasising his already full lips. Sam falls a little further in love.
"So… What?" Dean's eyebrow lifts in enquiry. "I'm just a means to an end? You only want me to get your mojo working?"
Sam grabs a double handful of fabric and tugs up, dragging multiple layers of clothing over his head in one go. Once he's down to a plain white wifebeater, he stops.
"I'm sorry, Dean. You're right; I'm just using you. I'll go down to the bar and find some other guy to fuck my brains out. Don't wait up."
A split second later he's plastered face first against the door, hands pinned to the wood on either side of his head. His hips tilt automatically, grinding back into the hot, hard column of flesh that Dean is sporting.
"You're so fucking predictable, man." Sam squirms as Dean mouths the tendon in his neck. "You gotta know I'd never step out on you."
Dean bites down and pushes Sam even harder against the door.
"You know I'd kick your preppy ass if you tried."
He steps back and licks his lips as Sam turns.
"Now get naked."