that's my boy - sam/dean - R

[withimpunity]

Title: That's My Boy
Pairing: Sam/Dean (sam/ofc sorta)
Rating; R
Words: 365
Disclaimer: All your Sam and Dean are belong to Kripke & co. For entertainment purposes only.


"You fucked her, didn't you?" Dean sat up on his bed, setting the desert eagle he'd been cleaning on the nightstand as soon as Sam walked through the door and locked it behind him.

"Jesus, Dean," Sam frowned. "No, I didn't fuck her. Have some tact."

"Oh, I'm sorry pumpkin," Dean grinned, throwing his legs off the side of the bed. "Did you make sweet love to the respectable young lady, then? Although last time I checked, respectable and fishnets didn't exactly go hand in hand, but y'know-"

"Yes, Dean," Sam growled, then sighed, flopping onto his bed to remove his shoes. "I did. I fucked her 'till she begged me to stop. Happy?"

Dean swallowed discreetly and leaned back on his hands, elbows locked as he watched Sam move across the room, first removing his shirt, then his jeans. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the long, red streaks painted down Sam's back. "She do that to you?" He asked. "She scratch you up like that, Sammy?"

Sam turned to him, face filled with color and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. "Uh huh," he muttered, closing the space between them, and sat down next to Dean on the bed. "Kept talking about how big my dick was, how good it felt."

"Shit, Sam," Dean gasped, reaching down to squeeze himself through his jeans to keep from coming right then, Sam's voice so dark and deep, and not at all what he was used to hearing. "What else? She bite you?"

"Mmm," Sam hummed, eyes glinting with amusement, turning his head to show Dean the reddish-purple bruise on the side of his neck that was already starting to fade.

"Hell," Dean remarked, his voice rough and scratchy as he touched the mark on Sam's skin with the tips of two fingers. "That's nothing."

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? Think you can do better?"

"Nope," Dean muttered, pushing Sam down on the bed, throwing one leg over his to straddle him. Sam's body arched as Dean leaned down, sucking hard and rough, scraping Sam's already sore skin with his teeth before pulling away briefly. "I know I can."

Comments

[roseganymede.livejournal.com]

HAWT.

That's all I got right now ;) But, yeah...

With the hotness, and the possessive Dean, and the sly Sammy. Mark him up, Deano. All he wants is you - you probably nagged him into flirting with the chick to start with, you big perv.

<3

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

- you probably nagged him into flirting with the chick to start with, you big perv.


HE SO DID!!! He is such a perv and I couldn't love it more.