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Dresden Dolls
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essene_backupfor spn_30snapshotsPairing: Sam/Dean
Table: Less Talk, More Action
Prompt: 13. crave
Winchesters make their own rules.
Normal doesn't apply to Winchesters.
There's no rule the Winchesters won't bend.
Dean's heard these aphorisms applied to his family more than once and in more than one variation. But he's pretty damn sure that the things that he's been thinking, the feelings he's been having are WRONG. You don't just wake up one day and figure that the world is going to be alright with a little fraternal incest.
He's always been lenient in the sexual arena: female, male; it really doesn't matter to Dean as long as there's orgasms involved. But lately, no matter what gender the lips wrapped around his cock belong to, when he closes his eyes it's Sam's face he sees. When he's pumping into a soft, clenching ass, or slick, warm pussy, it's Sam's moans he longs to hear.
He goes out running before dawn, hoping to come back exhausted and tired enough to not need to wring one out in the shower while thinking of his baby brother's wide smile and untamed hair. It rarely works. He's picked up a shift at the Arco station as a pump-jockey to avoid having to pick Sammy up from school everyday, not trusting himself to act right when he's alone with the two things he craves most. He sees the hurt flicker through Sam's eyes when Dean begs off sparring practice, but he has no confidence in his body's ability NOT to pop a woody when his brother's lanky form is twisting in his arms.
It wasn't always like this. For the longest time, Sam was just...Sam. His annoyingly smart, nauseatingly nice, whiny ass little brother. But then Sam's body decided to start catching up with his brain, and Dean's body decided to take notice. Sam's shoulders broadened and his torso started to muscle, even when Sam packed incomprehensible amounts of food into it. Every inch of him seemed to lengthen and fill out almost overnight and one day, Dean looked across the room at his little brother and saw: lust incarnate.
Realistically, you can't cram two hormonal young men into stressful situation after stressful situation with only each other to rely on and not expect SOMETHING to happen--or at least that's what Dean tells himself when he's trying not to feel like a complete lech. It's like what happened in that book he snuck from a chick's bookcase after she fell asleep and he was just too satisfied to get up, get dressed and get gone. Kids, shut up in an attic by their whack job mother succumb to hormones and each other without knowing it was wrong.
Except that Dean knows it's wrong and he's not trapped in an attic. He's just trapped with Sam in whatever cheap motel in whatever backwater town provides the most cover. Dad goes off for weeks at a time and Dean's the one who has to make sure that Sam gets fed, gets clothed, gets to school, stays out of trouble, and trains to battle off whatever evil son-of-a-bitch might be around the corner. A bit of emotional involvement is bound to happen, right? Maybe. But Dean knows this is way beyond just caring about and for his younger brother.
He WANTS Sam. He wants to lay him out beneath him and feel his sweat slick body grind and hump with his own. He wants to learn the taste of Sam's mouth when he's happy, sad, angry and blind with lust. He wants to feel the length and heft of Sam's cock in his hand, in his mouth and in his ass.
He wants to know his brother...inside and out. And it makes him feel like a sick and twisted sorry excuse for a brother.
And then they find themselves in Alva, Oklahoma when the tornado hits.
spn_30snapshotsPairing: Sam/DeanTable: Less Talk, More Action
Prompt: 13. crave
Winchesters make their own rules.
Normal doesn't apply to Winchesters.
There's no rule the Winchesters won't bend.
Dean's heard these aphorisms applied to his family more than once and in more than one variation. But he's pretty damn sure that the things that he's been thinking, the feelings he's been having are WRONG. You don't just wake up one day and figure that the world is going to be alright with a little fraternal incest.
He's always been lenient in the sexual arena: female, male; it really doesn't matter to Dean as long as there's orgasms involved. But lately, no matter what gender the lips wrapped around his cock belong to, when he closes his eyes it's Sam's face he sees. When he's pumping into a soft, clenching ass, or slick, warm pussy, it's Sam's moans he longs to hear.
He goes out running before dawn, hoping to come back exhausted and tired enough to not need to wring one out in the shower while thinking of his baby brother's wide smile and untamed hair. It rarely works. He's picked up a shift at the Arco station as a pump-jockey to avoid having to pick Sammy up from school everyday, not trusting himself to act right when he's alone with the two things he craves most. He sees the hurt flicker through Sam's eyes when Dean begs off sparring practice, but he has no confidence in his body's ability NOT to pop a woody when his brother's lanky form is twisting in his arms.
It wasn't always like this. For the longest time, Sam was just...Sam. His annoyingly smart, nauseatingly nice, whiny ass little brother. But then Sam's body decided to start catching up with his brain, and Dean's body decided to take notice. Sam's shoulders broadened and his torso started to muscle, even when Sam packed incomprehensible amounts of food into it. Every inch of him seemed to lengthen and fill out almost overnight and one day, Dean looked across the room at his little brother and saw: lust incarnate.
Realistically, you can't cram two hormonal young men into stressful situation after stressful situation with only each other to rely on and not expect SOMETHING to happen--or at least that's what Dean tells himself when he's trying not to feel like a complete lech. It's like what happened in that book he snuck from a chick's bookcase after she fell asleep and he was just too satisfied to get up, get dressed and get gone. Kids, shut up in an attic by their whack job mother succumb to hormones and each other without knowing it was wrong.
Except that Dean knows it's wrong and he's not trapped in an attic. He's just trapped with Sam in whatever cheap motel in whatever backwater town provides the most cover. Dad goes off for weeks at a time and Dean's the one who has to make sure that Sam gets fed, gets clothed, gets to school, stays out of trouble, and trains to battle off whatever evil son-of-a-bitch might be around the corner. A bit of emotional involvement is bound to happen, right? Maybe. But Dean knows this is way beyond just caring about and for his younger brother.
He WANTS Sam. He wants to lay him out beneath him and feel his sweat slick body grind and hump with his own. He wants to learn the taste of Sam's mouth when he's happy, sad, angry and blind with lust. He wants to feel the length and heft of Sam's cock in his hand, in his mouth and in his ass.
He wants to know his brother...inside and out. And it makes him feel like a sick and twisted sorry excuse for a brother.
And then they find themselves in Alva, Oklahoma when the tornado hits.
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Date: 2009-10-12 01:39 am (UTC)*flails a bit*
You are *evol*.
Flowers in the Attic, ftw!! Heeee! That was one of the first books i ever read with actual incest as a major plot point.
:)
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Date: 2009-10-12 01:59 am (UTC)Ah FitA...the downfall of "good" girls everywhere.
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Date: 2009-10-12 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-12 04:09 am (UTC)I think everybody but me read that book. Although if I'd thought about it, I would have thought Dean was in my camp. *g*
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Date: 2009-10-12 03:17 pm (UTC)