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18 March 2009 @ 06:01 am
Fic: "Hustle", Supernatural/Boondock Saints: Sam/Dean/Connor/Murphy
Author: darkhavens
Title: Hustle
Fandom: Pairing: Crossover: Supernatural/Boondock Saints: Sam/Dean/Connor/Murphy
Rating: R
Words: 779
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo or a grammar goof, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Bro-cest2!
Summary: Two pairs of brothers, one pool table, St Patrick's Day and a bundle of cash...
Notes: This makes new fandom #3 in this last week alone. *weeps*
Written for mickey_sixx's comment_fic prompt: Boondock Saints/Supernatural; Murphy/Connor/Sam/Dean (or any combination of), "Luck o' the Irish". Happy (belated) St Patrick's Day!


They start off at adjoining tables, two by two, playing at first for fun and then for beer. At some point during the evening, banter begins to flow back and forth – mostly fake commiserations for missed shots and laughing braggadocio.

Introductions are made - Connor and Murphy McManus, Sam and Dean Winchester; soldiers all, joined at hip and shoulder and heart by family business, though neither pair is eager to explain exactly what.

Soon enough, they're trading partners and tongue-in-cheek tips on how best to grip their cues and make their strokes count. Several cold pitchers of green beer are swiftly consumed, and then they up the stakes with vodka shots.

They're as discreet as not quite sober people often are, which is to say that hands and eyes both wander every now and then, despite the best of intentions.

When the final bet's been made and the last ball's been sunk, the Winchesters are out three hundred bucks to the McManus twins. The four of them stare at the bundle of grubby notes, folded neatly and held in trust beneath a deeply worn cube of powder blue chalk.

With a falsely carefree shrug, Dean steps right up into Connor's personal space and smiles, all cocky charm and dancing eyes. He raises his last glass of beer in a silent toast and then tosses it back.

"Guess we should have known better than to bet against you, today of all days."

Connor lays his cue down gently on the smooth green baize and leans his weight on one hand on the edge of the table, not increasing the space between them by even a fraction of an inch.

"This had nothing to do with Naomh Pádraig, friend, or the luck o' the Irish. We've both been playing pool since we were old enough to stand on a fucking stool and see over the edge of the table. You're not a bad hustler – easy on the eyes, and you've the gift of the gab for sure – but we beat you, fair and square." Connor licks his lips and shares a moment of silent communication with brother Murphy, which ends in a pair of small, satisfied nods.

"You can keep your money if you let me have a taste of your boy there."

Ignoring Dean's affronted – and slightly intrigued - expression, Connor's gaze traces the length of Sam's lean body from head to toe, and then crawls slowly back up, pausing just long enough to find, and encourage, the unmistakeable signs of arousal at crotch and throat.

He's admiring the deep flush that's highlighting the angles of Sam's face when Dean finally manages to find his words and swallow his indignation.

"Dude, I don't know where you got the idea that we-" His jaw snaps shut around the rest of his denial as Murphy moves in and cups Connor's jaw with his tattooed hand, angling Connor's face so that he can lay an open-mouthed kiss on his brother that curls Dean's toes in his boots.

The kiss lasts long enough that Dean has time to read the tattoo - Aequitas - on Murphy's right hand, and also the complementary Veritas on Connor's left when he lifts it to catch the back of Murphy's head, pulling him even closer.

"Jesus," Sam whispers, directly into Dean's ear. He's pressed up against Dean's back now, one hand resting on Dean's hip, the other clutching the edge of the pool table in a white-knuckled death grip. "That is so-"

"Oh, hell, yeah."

Dean reaches out and taps Connor gently on his closest shoulder, not really wanting to disturb the pretty tableau but curious to know just what exactly was on offer here. It's a long, tense moment before Connor disengages from his brother's mouth and turns to blink Dean back into focus.

He licks lips that are already slick and slightly swollen as he studies the frank interest in Dean's eyes. "Do we have a deal?"

Dean drops a hand down to his hip so he can tangle his fingers with Sam's before upping the ante with a counter-offer. "We've got a room at the Motel Six up on Banyon."

The McManus boys lock eyes again and share a nod, and then Murphy flashes a grin and plays the winning stroke.

"We've got a loft two blocks over, with plenty of beer and red meat in the refrigerator. And no fucking neighbours to be pounding on the walls when we get to fucking too fucking loud."

Dean laughs and tugs Sam by his hand until they’re standing side by side, face to face with their new friends.

"So what the fuck are we waiting for?"


Hustle 2: The More The Merrier

feeling: confusedboggled by my muse
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: sx; ghm [me]literati on March 18th, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
You wrote Connor/Murphy!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Now, pls to be writing what happens when they all get there. :D
darkhavens: bds lighting up [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 06:52 am (UTC)
I KNOW! *boggles*

Ha! We'll see what happens when we've watched the movie again. :D

who said what now? - literati on March 19th, 2009 07:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on March 21st, 2009 10:38 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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darkhavens: bds towel-biting [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 06:52 am (UTC)
Thankee! :D
Julia: spn_wincest_passionromelwen on March 18th, 2009 06:59 am (UTC)
*fans self* OMG!!! please, tell me there's going to be a sequel.
darkhavens: sn brotherly bondage [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 07:24 am (UTC)
I'm rewatching BDS tomorrow, so... probably, yes. *g*

Thanks! :D
who said what now? - romelwen on March 19th, 2009 05:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on March 19th, 2009 05:59 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - romelwen on March 19th, 2009 06:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
Justine: fireflydepulvis on March 18th, 2009 07:01 am (UTC)
Yes! I just watched Boondock Saints for the first time last night, and this is exactly what my mind went to first. Thanks for it!
darkhavens: bds eyefuck [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 07:29 am (UTC)
Thank you!

My mind went there the first time I saw it too, it just took me a few years to actually write it. *g*
Dani: Dean *flail*umbralillium on March 18th, 2009 07:06 am (UTC)
Totally seconding literati's motion. Can has see-kwel? Okay, that was bad, but DAMN this was hot. *fans self*
darkhavens: bds eyefuck [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 07:59 am (UTC)
I'm rewatching the movie later, and I'm already seeing the walk back to the loft and catching snippets of conversation, so I think the answer to your question is yes indeedy. *g*

who said what now? - umbralillium on March 18th, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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darkhavens: bds lighting up [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 08:02 am (UTC)
Thank you!

There's already more bubbling up from the depths of my ficbrain. :D
Drew: (bds) The Brothers MacManuskiscico on March 18th, 2009 07:27 am (UTC)
There really should be more BDS/SPN crossovers in the world. :) Will there be a follow-up to this? *is hopeful*

Great ficlet!
darkhavens: bds lighting up [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC)
There really should be more. And I may just be able to help with that. ;)

Thanks! :D
space_raider182 on March 18th, 2009 07:31 am (UTC)
oh, Ive been trying to come up with some way to get these sets of bros together. You totally did this the right way. I love the way Murphy answers Dean's question by kissing Connor. Haha, and the fact that the "kiss on his brother curls Dean's toes in his boots is pretty awesome. Loved that line.
Now, if only someone would write something involving Sam/Dean, Connor/Murphy, and Drake/Josh. That would be the ultimate bro-cest fic for me. But for now, this is comepletely satisfying. Yummy, nothing better than the promise of MacManuses and Winchesters going home for the night... together. Nice
darkhavens: bds eyefuck [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 08:09 am (UTC)
I have no idea who Drake/Josh are, but bro-cest3 can only be a good thing. *g*

As soon as I read this prompt I saw them standing around a pool table, eyefucking like crazy. Poolhustler!Dean is canon, after all. *g*

chosenfire28: SPN - Sam Winchester - Drools (ani)chosenfire28 on March 18th, 2009 07:38 am (UTC)
*blinks* wow

please write more...please, it's my favorite set of brothers and together with the kissing and the beer :D
darkhavens: sn almost [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 08:11 am (UTC)
Thank you!

I'm rewatching the movie later, and there are already snippets of scenes and dialogue bouncing around in my ficbrain, so I think I can safely say there'll be more. *g*
Persephoneasimaiyat on March 18th, 2009 07:46 am (UTC)
Oh snap, it is detailed descriptions of kissing, my incredibly non-secret weakness. I need a cold shower. Happy St. Patrick's Day indeed!
darkhavens: bds towel-biting [literati]darkhavens on March 18th, 2009 08:11 am (UTC)
LOL! Enjoy your shower. ;)
[Mickey Sixx]: BDS: Boondock Brothersmickey_sixx on March 18th, 2009 09:54 am (UTC)
...thirding motion for a sequel. OH. MY. GOD. *grins and bounces and flails like a flaily thing* First, I'm so awed that you wrote my prompt, second, it's everything I'd imagined and more and yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!! :D:D:D

darkhavens: bds bj [literati]darkhavens on March 21st, 2009 09:57 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thank you! I've been a BDS fan for a few years now but I was never sufficiently inspired to write them. And then I read your prompt and saw them standing around that pool table and it all fell into palce. *g*

The sequel is brewing nicely in pictures in my head and slowly coming out in actual words. Soooooooooon. :D
how is this be?: bds: murphy looks at connor (bath-robes)johnnypurple on March 18th, 2009 11:14 am (UTC)
Ooh, I like it! But you can't leave us hanging! More, please? :D
darkhavens: bds eyefuck [literati]darkhavens on March 21st, 2009 09:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! More is on its way. :D
Alex: MISC: Capslockmerihn on March 18th, 2009 04:16 pm (UTC)

Yes, the caps are necessary.
darkhavens: bds towel-biting [literati]darkhavens on March 21st, 2009 09:58 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thank you! More is on its way. :D
tabaqui: s&dkneesbyblack_regaliatabaqui on March 18th, 2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
I luff. Ohsomuch.

Sam-as-trade for pool!debt also works. Muchly.

darkhavens: bds chains [literati]darkhavens on March 21st, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thankee! :D

Sam is a little worried about your willingness to trade his sexual favours for monetary gain. Dean just wants to watch. *g*
who said what now? - tabaqui on March 21st, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
x_pixel_x on March 18th, 2009 04:29 pm (UTC)
You know, I saw BDS before I ever saw SPN, and I kinda thought...but then, they were brothers (and I had morals? maybe?) Then the Winchesters came along and smashed whatever morals I might have had left, and now you've reminded me that I've missed out on more bro-cest....*goes fic hunting*

angling Connor's face so that he can lay an open-mouthed kiss on his brother that curls Dean's toes in his boots.
This whole bit? Curled MY toes.

Happy St. Patrick's Day indeed :D
darkhavens: bds guns and smoke [literati]darkhavens on March 21st, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Happy fic hunting. There's not much out there, but there are a few gems. *g*