spn fic: Bibliophile - Sam/Dean - Adult
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withimpunityTitle: Bibliophile
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Adult
Prompt/Table: "Public" for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sam_slut_a_thon
Words: 1684
Disclaimer: All your Sam and Dean are belong to Kripke & Co. For entertainment purposes only, and also to secure my seat in Hell.
"I don't believe it," Dean muttered around the pencil perched between his lips, flipping a tattered page in an older-than-dirt book. A group of high school girls brushed past, whispering to each other, and Dean's neck craned around instinctively.
"Dude, they're in high school," Sam remarked dryly, leaning over Dean's shoulder to see what he had found. "What don't you believe?"
Dean pulled his focus away from the jailbait in tight denim and back to the task at hand, pointing to the words bolded on the page: Fairy Ring.
"Fairies," Sam snorted. "You gotta be kidding me, Dean."
"Dude," Dean said, taking the number two pencil out of his mouth to point at the bolded text with the stubby eraser. "Read."
Sam pulled the book closer to him, eyes squinting as he read the fine, faded print on the page. Another myth states that fairy rings are doors into the fairies' world, transporting people to other places or making people appear in the same place in a different time.
"I don't believe it," He mumbled, pushing the book across the table to Dean. "That's what's happening to all these kids."
Dean nodded. "One day you'll learn to listen to me, Sammy." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest smugly.
"Ok, so how do we know where they're being transported?" Sam asked, rubbing his eyes wearily. They'd been at the library for hours, searching through old newspaper clippings, the town’s history, anything that might clue them in to how all those kids had disappeared into thin air. He put his head in his hands and breathed in the earthy scent of dust, old paper, and ink; Sam wondered if Dean's smelled the same way and his thighs trembled beneath the table.
" - find the person that's controlling them," Dean finished and Sam nodded, pretending that he'd been listening to what Dean had been saying instead of daydreaming about taking Dean's hand and licking his way up from the inside of Dean's wrist, swirling his tongue around his palm, and sucking Dean’s finger into his mouth, tasting stale ink, soap, and salt.
"Sounds good," Sam replied as he cleared his throat. "Let’s go. Show me where this book goes?"
"Goes on row eleven, Sam," Dean narrowed his eyes at him. "You were behind me when I picked it out, dumbass."
"Show me where it goes, Dean," Sam drew out each word, saying what he really wanted to say to Dean with round puppy eyes and a small quirk of his lips that he knew made Dean‘s knees go weak. He watched as Dean's tongue darted out to wet his lips and he nodded.
"All right," He murmured, taking the book out of Sam's hands, still staring at him curiously out of the corner of his eye. "All right, c'mon." He walked past rows and rows of books, hearing Sam's heavy footsteps right behind him, feeling Sam's warm breath on his neck every step of the way. As soon as Dean reached up and slid the thick book back into its place on the shelf, Sam's long fingers had curled around one wrist and then the other, pressing him hard against the book shelf. Dean could feel the wooden slats cutting across his back, the spines of new and old books digging into his skin as Sam pressed his body against him, hard and practically trembling against him with need.
"Sammy," Dean breathed out, a cocksure grin creeping onto his face. "Always knew books made you hot."
"You really," Sam growled, raising Dean's hand to his mouth, licking a stripe from the pressure point on Dean's wrist to the very center of his palm before looking up at him again through dark lashes. "Have no idea." Dean cracked his head on the wooden slat directly behind his head when Sam's mouth descended, sucking Dean's middle finger into his mouth, laving at Dean's cuticle with his tongue before letting it go with a soft pop.
"Fuck, Sam," He panted, grabbing a fistful of Sam's hair as he gazed into Sam's dark eyes, almost all black with pupil and clouded over with lust.
"Shh," Sam grinned, leaning in to nip at Dean's bottom lip. "Remember? Library."
Then he dropped to his knees in front of Dean, making quick work of Dean's belt and the button on his jeans, tugging them down just far enough to get Dean's cock free of his boxers before closing his mouth around it and humming in satisfaction.
"Sam," Dean hissed out, threading his fingers through Sam's hair, trying to remember where they were, that he had to be quiet. But when he actually thought about where they were, Sam blowing him in the dusty stacks of the Tulsa City Public Library, where anyone who was researching Irish Mythology and Folklore could stumble right on them - well, that only made him yank Sam's head forward and fuck into his perfect, smart ass mouth until Sam choked and gagged on his cock.
Dean smirked crookedly down at Sam, touching the slope of Sam's jaw with two fingers. "Sorry," he mouthed, but Sam just shook his head and stood up, kissing Dean with the kind of fury that he usually only had after hunting or watching really awesome porn. Dean tasted himself, salty and bitter on Sam's tongue, and fuck if that didn't make him even harder, want to fuck Sam right here, right now.
"God, Dean," Sam moaned, almost sobbed Dean's name as he rubbed against him, kissing and licking into Dean's mouth, biting at his lips until they bled, scraping his tongue across the patch of stubble lining Dean’s jaw.
"Sam," Dean's voice was low and hoarse; it was his warning tone, and Sam ignored it.
"I want you," Sam whispered next to his ear, grinning as goosebumps prickled all over Dean's neck and the hairs on his arm stood up. "I want you to fuck me, right here."
"Mother-" Dean swore, letting out the breath he'd been holding as he grabbed Sam by the elbow, turning him so that his face was pressed against the leather bound spine of The Blessed and The Damned: Sinful Women and Unbaptised Children In Irish Folklore. Sam made a choked noise deep inside his throat when Dean snaked an arm around his waist and slid his belt loose, his fingers pressing along the outline of Sam's erection as he thumbed open the button on Sam's jeans and slid down the zipper.
"Suck," He ordered, pushing two fingers past Sam's lips, pressing himself flush against Sam's ass, grinding against him as Sam sucked generously on his fingers, drowning them in saliva. "That's it," Dean murmured, eyelids fluttering as Sam sucked his fingers in, deep and hard, teeth scraping gently at his skin, same way Sam did when he was sucking his cock.
"All right, all right," Dean mumbled, slipping his free hand down Sam's pants, cupping and squeezing his right cheek, spreading Sam open as he took his wet, saturated fingers out of Sam's mouth and slid them into Sam's tight hole. He was slow at first, letting Sam adjust to the intrusion, but kept pushing, pushing, sliding in farther, adding another finger until Sam was gasping, grasping at every shelf he could reach, beads of sweat rolling down the curve of his spine. Then Sam started moving, thrusting down against the three fingers Dean had inside of him, forgetting to be as quiet as he should've been as he fucked himself on Dean's fingers. He reached down to touch himself with the hand that wasn't curled white-knuckle tight around one of the shelves, but Dean slapped it away, instead wrapping his own hand around Sam's cock, matching his strokes with Sam’s thrusts down on his fingers.
Dean sucked at the patch of skin where Sam's hipbone dipped, traced the bone with his rough, dry tongue and Sam moaned audibly, then stuck his fist into his mouth to keep himself from making anymore noise. Beads of sweat rolled down the nape of his neck, the ripples of muscles on his, between his eyes, trying to both thrust into Dean's fist and fuck down against Dean's fingers all at the same time. It was too, too much and not damn near enough and fuck, Dean curled his fingers inside of him, and fuck, he just kept on doing it, kept brushing his prostate with each slow curl, flicking his thumb across the wet tip of Sam's cock, and fuck, Sam was coming, coming, all over The Irish Aeneid, coming like he'd never come before, like they only described in erotica books, and it was so awesome Sam thought he was going to pass out.
"Sam. Sammy. Sam." Dean was saying his name, but it was so hard to do anything but lay his face against the cool, leather bound books and breathe in their heady musk of ink and words and pages. "Oh for fuck's sake, fine. You stay here and get arrested, I'm leaving."
That brought him out of his stupor quickly. He reached down, but realized Dean had apparently already taken care of his pants for him, must thank him for that later, and ran his fingers through his hair in a weak attempt to look like he hadn't just shot come all over a shelf of ancient literature.
"Oh god," Sam stared at the ruined leather spines and pages and felt sick. "I…I have to pay for those." Dean rolled his eyes and yanked him away from the books, slipping off down another row of stacks before an elderly couple came trotting up, chatting to each other in a thick Irish brogue. It seemed they were in search of a book called, The Irish Aeneid.
"Let's get out of here," Sam said, turning five shades of pale.
Dean was still laughing when they slipped out the back, "Oh Sammy," He chuckled, slapping his brother firmly on the ass. "Such a little freak."
Sam set his jaw and glared. "Shut up. You liked it too."
Dean shrugged nonchalantly as he dropped into the bucket seat and started up the car. "Didn't say differently, but you owe me one, dude."
One of Sam's eyebrow arched as he threw his arm over the seat. "Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah," Dean smirked.
"Well," Sam said, pursing his lips at Dean exasperatedly. "Are you going to tell me what it involves?"
Dean flashed Sam a cheshire grin. "Pie," he said simply. "It involves pie."
~fin~
a/n: fairy ring info @ wiki
Book titles ganked off Amazon. :p
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Adult
Prompt/Table: "Public" for the
sam_slut_a_thon Words: 1684
Disclaimer: All your Sam and Dean are belong to Kripke & Co. For entertainment purposes only, and also to secure my seat in Hell.
"I don't believe it," Dean muttered around the pencil perched between his lips, flipping a tattered page in an older-than-dirt book. A group of high school girls brushed past, whispering to each other, and Dean's neck craned around instinctively.
"Dude, they're in high school," Sam remarked dryly, leaning over Dean's shoulder to see what he had found. "What don't you believe?"
Dean pulled his focus away from the jailbait in tight denim and back to the task at hand, pointing to the words bolded on the page: Fairy Ring.
"Fairies," Sam snorted. "You gotta be kidding me, Dean."
"Dude," Dean said, taking the number two pencil out of his mouth to point at the bolded text with the stubby eraser. "Read."
Sam pulled the book closer to him, eyes squinting as he read the fine, faded print on the page. Another myth states that fairy rings are doors into the fairies' world, transporting people to other places or making people appear in the same place in a different time.
"I don't believe it," He mumbled, pushing the book across the table to Dean. "That's what's happening to all these kids."
Dean nodded. "One day you'll learn to listen to me, Sammy." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest smugly.
"Ok, so how do we know where they're being transported?" Sam asked, rubbing his eyes wearily. They'd been at the library for hours, searching through old newspaper clippings, the town’s history, anything that might clue them in to how all those kids had disappeared into thin air. He put his head in his hands and breathed in the earthy scent of dust, old paper, and ink; Sam wondered if Dean's smelled the same way and his thighs trembled beneath the table.
" - find the person that's controlling them," Dean finished and Sam nodded, pretending that he'd been listening to what Dean had been saying instead of daydreaming about taking Dean's hand and licking his way up from the inside of Dean's wrist, swirling his tongue around his palm, and sucking Dean’s finger into his mouth, tasting stale ink, soap, and salt.
"Sounds good," Sam replied as he cleared his throat. "Let’s go. Show me where this book goes?"
"Goes on row eleven, Sam," Dean narrowed his eyes at him. "You were behind me when I picked it out, dumbass."
"Show me where it goes, Dean," Sam drew out each word, saying what he really wanted to say to Dean with round puppy eyes and a small quirk of his lips that he knew made Dean‘s knees go weak. He watched as Dean's tongue darted out to wet his lips and he nodded.
"All right," He murmured, taking the book out of Sam's hands, still staring at him curiously out of the corner of his eye. "All right, c'mon." He walked past rows and rows of books, hearing Sam's heavy footsteps right behind him, feeling Sam's warm breath on his neck every step of the way. As soon as Dean reached up and slid the thick book back into its place on the shelf, Sam's long fingers had curled around one wrist and then the other, pressing him hard against the book shelf. Dean could feel the wooden slats cutting across his back, the spines of new and old books digging into his skin as Sam pressed his body against him, hard and practically trembling against him with need.
"Sammy," Dean breathed out, a cocksure grin creeping onto his face. "Always knew books made you hot."
"You really," Sam growled, raising Dean's hand to his mouth, licking a stripe from the pressure point on Dean's wrist to the very center of his palm before looking up at him again through dark lashes. "Have no idea." Dean cracked his head on the wooden slat directly behind his head when Sam's mouth descended, sucking Dean's middle finger into his mouth, laving at Dean's cuticle with his tongue before letting it go with a soft pop.
"Fuck, Sam," He panted, grabbing a fistful of Sam's hair as he gazed into Sam's dark eyes, almost all black with pupil and clouded over with lust.
"Shh," Sam grinned, leaning in to nip at Dean's bottom lip. "Remember? Library."
Then he dropped to his knees in front of Dean, making quick work of Dean's belt and the button on his jeans, tugging them down just far enough to get Dean's cock free of his boxers before closing his mouth around it and humming in satisfaction.
"Sam," Dean hissed out, threading his fingers through Sam's hair, trying to remember where they were, that he had to be quiet. But when he actually thought about where they were, Sam blowing him in the dusty stacks of the Tulsa City Public Library, where anyone who was researching Irish Mythology and Folklore could stumble right on them - well, that only made him yank Sam's head forward and fuck into his perfect, smart ass mouth until Sam choked and gagged on his cock.
Dean smirked crookedly down at Sam, touching the slope of Sam's jaw with two fingers. "Sorry," he mouthed, but Sam just shook his head and stood up, kissing Dean with the kind of fury that he usually only had after hunting or watching really awesome porn. Dean tasted himself, salty and bitter on Sam's tongue, and fuck if that didn't make him even harder, want to fuck Sam right here, right now.
"God, Dean," Sam moaned, almost sobbed Dean's name as he rubbed against him, kissing and licking into Dean's mouth, biting at his lips until they bled, scraping his tongue across the patch of stubble lining Dean’s jaw.
"Sam," Dean's voice was low and hoarse; it was his warning tone, and Sam ignored it.
"I want you," Sam whispered next to his ear, grinning as goosebumps prickled all over Dean's neck and the hairs on his arm stood up. "I want you to fuck me, right here."
"Mother-" Dean swore, letting out the breath he'd been holding as he grabbed Sam by the elbow, turning him so that his face was pressed against the leather bound spine of The Blessed and The Damned: Sinful Women and Unbaptised Children In Irish Folklore. Sam made a choked noise deep inside his throat when Dean snaked an arm around his waist and slid his belt loose, his fingers pressing along the outline of Sam's erection as he thumbed open the button on Sam's jeans and slid down the zipper.
"Suck," He ordered, pushing two fingers past Sam's lips, pressing himself flush against Sam's ass, grinding against him as Sam sucked generously on his fingers, drowning them in saliva. "That's it," Dean murmured, eyelids fluttering as Sam sucked his fingers in, deep and hard, teeth scraping gently at his skin, same way Sam did when he was sucking his cock.
"All right, all right," Dean mumbled, slipping his free hand down Sam's pants, cupping and squeezing his right cheek, spreading Sam open as he took his wet, saturated fingers out of Sam's mouth and slid them into Sam's tight hole. He was slow at first, letting Sam adjust to the intrusion, but kept pushing, pushing, sliding in farther, adding another finger until Sam was gasping, grasping at every shelf he could reach, beads of sweat rolling down the curve of his spine. Then Sam started moving, thrusting down against the three fingers Dean had inside of him, forgetting to be as quiet as he should've been as he fucked himself on Dean's fingers. He reached down to touch himself with the hand that wasn't curled white-knuckle tight around one of the shelves, but Dean slapped it away, instead wrapping his own hand around Sam's cock, matching his strokes with Sam’s thrusts down on his fingers.
Dean sucked at the patch of skin where Sam's hipbone dipped, traced the bone with his rough, dry tongue and Sam moaned audibly, then stuck his fist into his mouth to keep himself from making anymore noise. Beads of sweat rolled down the nape of his neck, the ripples of muscles on his, between his eyes, trying to both thrust into Dean's fist and fuck down against Dean's fingers all at the same time. It was too, too much and not damn near enough and fuck, Dean curled his fingers inside of him, and fuck, he just kept on doing it, kept brushing his prostate with each slow curl, flicking his thumb across the wet tip of Sam's cock, and fuck, Sam was coming, coming, all over The Irish Aeneid, coming like he'd never come before, like they only described in erotica books, and it was so awesome Sam thought he was going to pass out.
"Sam. Sammy. Sam." Dean was saying his name, but it was so hard to do anything but lay his face against the cool, leather bound books and breathe in their heady musk of ink and words and pages. "Oh for fuck's sake, fine. You stay here and get arrested, I'm leaving."
That brought him out of his stupor quickly. He reached down, but realized Dean had apparently already taken care of his pants for him, must thank him for that later, and ran his fingers through his hair in a weak attempt to look like he hadn't just shot come all over a shelf of ancient literature.
"Oh god," Sam stared at the ruined leather spines and pages and felt sick. "I…I have to pay for those." Dean rolled his eyes and yanked him away from the books, slipping off down another row of stacks before an elderly couple came trotting up, chatting to each other in a thick Irish brogue. It seemed they were in search of a book called, The Irish Aeneid.
"Let's get out of here," Sam said, turning five shades of pale.
Dean was still laughing when they slipped out the back, "Oh Sammy," He chuckled, slapping his brother firmly on the ass. "Such a little freak."
Sam set his jaw and glared. "Shut up. You liked it too."
Dean shrugged nonchalantly as he dropped into the bucket seat and started up the car. "Didn't say differently, but you owe me one, dude."
One of Sam's eyebrow arched as he threw his arm over the seat. "Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah," Dean smirked.
"Well," Sam said, pursing his lips at Dean exasperatedly. "Are you going to tell me what it involves?"
Dean flashed Sam a cheshire grin. "Pie," he said simply. "It involves pie."
~fin~
a/n: fairy ring info @ wiki
Book titles ganked off Amazon. :p
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Date: 2008-02-27 08:54 pm (UTC)Really great!
And the sex is really hot. Really hot! Love it!
It could be awesome if you wanted to post it at
Thanks a lot for this great fic!
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Date: 2008-02-27 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-27 10:13 pm (UTC)Damn it all if that wasn't just the HOTTEST thing I've read today; and I get through some smut, lemme tell you. Ahahaha.
Dean/Sam/Library = OT3
Yummy! ♥
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Date: 2008-02-28 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-28 12:47 am (UTC)BEST. LINE. EVER.
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Date: 2008-02-29 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-29 03:28 am (UTC)It wasn't even a conscious thing, lol. Dean just said BRING ME SOME PIE! and that was that. ^_^ Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-02-28 06:12 am (UTC)Very nice. Very nice. *bookmarks*
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Date: 2008-02-29 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-28 08:57 pm (UTC)*spits* Bwahaha! Awesome.
Damn, I have so much fic to catch up on - I'm glad I let this one jump the queue though. ;)
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Date: 2008-02-29 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-01 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-03 06:11 am (UTC)This was hot and hilarious at turns and, of course, my favorite part:
"Suck," He ordered, pushing two fingers past Sam's lips, pressing himself flush against Sam's ass, grinding against him as Sam sucked generously on his fingers, drowning them in saliva. "That's it," Dean murmured, eyelids fluttering as Sam sucked his fingers in, deep and hard, teeth scraping gently at his skin, same way Sam did when he was sucking his cock.
Yeah, I kind of have a kink. So hot.
I also LOVED the details of the titles, heh, and Dean and his pie at the end.
I would LOVE me some Sam/Dean and pie. Maybe Sam licks the accompanying ice cream off Dean's cock? Sam feeds Dean bites of pie and then kisses him, tasting it and sharing some of the aforementioned
icecream?Y'know, just thoughts. More like an interesting observation, in a, you know, observationally interesting way ;)
x
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Date: 2008-03-05 05:25 am (UTC)I would LOVE me some Sam/Dean and pie.
Nrrrgggh. I just. So many kinds of pie. Cherry, Apple, Lemon meringue. Whipped Cream. Ice Cream. Gnnurhh. Sam feeds Dean bites. Yes. YES. I have a raging spoon-feeding kink, that apparently I didn't know I had until now. :p Someone must write this. Yes. YES!
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Date: 2008-06-05 09:42 am (UTC)Hot. Really, really hot. *flails* And pie.
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Date: 2008-06-06 02:19 am (UTC)