Title: Swings and Roundabouts 7/7
Rating: NC17 overall
Warnings: Graphic Wincest, talk of (mock) prostitution.
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Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Sammy gave away $15,000. Dean wants payback.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove 2006, Round 3, 'Seven Deadly Sins' and 'Seven Heavenly Virtues', #7 - Sloth // Fortitude
#1 Pride // Faith, #2 Gluttony // Temperance, #3 Envy // Justice, #4 Anger // Prudence #5 Lust // Hope, #6 Greed // Charity.
Two days late, but yay, done!
Sloth // Fortitude
Dean knows Sam has said they can use the remaining 'dirty' dollars to finance their trip north to Iowa in January, but he also saw the look on Sam's face when he said it. His little brother won't relax until the money's gone.
Dean blows the lot on what might be the last hotel room in Vegas.
The bed is huge, half-hidden under mounds of pillows, and draped in the softest cotton sheets Dean's ever seen. It sits in the centre of - just for a change - a not horrendously decorated room that could easily contain the fifth floor walk-up that was the largest place he ever remembers them staying when they were kids. Dean doesn't think he could ever get used to having so much space between the walls of any one room. It's too open, too strange.
He's sprawled out naked in the centre of the bed, hands tucked up behind his head and one knee bent for best effect. The stark whiteness of the sheets highlights his multi-toned skin. He almost glows.
Sam finally emerges from the bathroom, scrubbing wildly at his hair with a plush cream towel.
"Dude, we've got to share that tub before we go. It's got water jets and everything!"
Then he sees what's waiting for him and he immediately drops the towel, shrugs off the complimentary robe and panther crawls the length of the bed to layer himself over Dean.
"You look so damn hot."
He drops his head and licks a stripe up Dean's neck, from his clavicle to just behind his ear.
"You taste amazing."
He paints a string of fleeting kisses along Dean's freshly shaven jaw, and then sinks his teeth into that lush pout. He nibbles, licks and sucks those lips until they're slick and hot and swollen, and then nudges his way inside.
Dean just lies there and lets him.
After a while, Sam realises he's doing all the work, and he reluctantly pulls back to see Dean's face.
"Dean? Did- did I do something wrong?"
He can't see the way that Dean's fingers are knotted behind Dean's head, or the way Dean's toes are digging furrows into the sheets in an attempt to keep his body perfectly still.
"You gave away fifteen thousand dollars, Sammy. I figure you owe me."
Sam's first instinct is to flinch at the mention of the misbegotten money, but the subtle twitch of Dean's lips pulls him up short.
"I owe you? Dude, I was the one who won that money. I told you it didn't feel right."
Dean's shrug ripples the length of both their bodies, bringing very interested parts into close contact. He licks his lips.
"Oh, you owe me big, little brother. I've been keeping our asses out of the poorhouse by hustling pool and playing backroom poker with cousin Cletus and his good ol' boys. Then you earn fifteen grand in under three hours and drop the lot into a goddamned charity bucket? Damn right, you owe me, and I'm collecting."
Sam's expression is priceless but Dean's not quite done.
"I figure I'll just lie here and let you work it off, dollar by dollar. You're a good-looking boy, Sammy, fit and healthy, and I bet you know a few more tricks than you've let on so far. Be extra nice to me and I might even leave you a tip."
Despite the 'Hell no!' gleam in Sam's eye, his cock is standing to attention and painting stripes on both their bellies as it twitches uncontrollably between them.
"Dollar by d- You're crazy, you know that? I'm not letting you turn me into a-"
"Hooker. Rent boy. A good little whore who'll fuck himself on my cock until I let him come?"
Each word is accompanied by another twitch of Sam's heavy erection, and they both know it. Dean grins and artlessly tilts his pelvis in a slow, sensual grind against Sam's.
"Oh, yeah. I hope those all night sessions at college taught you a thing or two about stamina, Sammy. This might take a while."