my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in wincest_is_best, @ 2008-06-14 01:24:00 |
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Title: Laundry and Research
Author: my_sam_dean
Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 11 - 25 Moments
Warnings: Slash/Incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Summary: Sam and Dean get on each other's nerves and then make up.
"Dean. Why are you wearing my shirt?"
"Mine are dirty," Dean didn't even look at Sam.
"You wearing anything else of mine?" he figured it was worth asking.
"Your socks. Comfy."
"Dean! Why didn't you tell me that we had to do laundry?'
"I was concentrating on the hunt. What's your problem?"
"I only have one pair of socks left."
"See, I didn't take your last pair," Dean gave him a grin and went back to the television.
"That means we have to do laundry today or tomorrow."
"Yep."
"Have you noticed the weather?"
Dean looked out the window. "Oh well, better than having to go yesterday."
"It wasn't raining yesterday."
"But, we weren't totally out of laundry yesterday either."
"Are you just going to be sitting here naked while I have to do laundry?"
"You'd get it done a hell of a lot faster, wouldn't you?" Dean smirked.
Sam got his bitchface on and clammed up. It was no use trying to be rational with Dean some days.
***
"At least the pizza place delivered," Dean came back from the door with a steaming box and a smile. "We're living the good life now."
"Yeah. Doesn't take much," Sam scoffed.
"Will you lighten up, Sammy? I said I was sorry about taking your clothes. What do you want me to say?"
"Nothing," Sam sighed. "Let's just eat."
"Did you find us a hunt?" Dean asked with his mouth full.
"Poltergeist or strange death?"
"Depends. What kind of strange death?"
"Construction worker fell to his death."
"What's so strange about that?" Dean stole the toppings off another piece and Sam pretended like he didn't notice.
"He was wearing a safety harness at the time. Someone would have had to have unhooked him and there was no one else in his area at the time."
"It wasn't ripped or tampered with?"
Sam shook his head as he chewed. "Unhooked. Guess he's the second one to die on that worksite."
"Guess our job isn't' as dangerous as we thought."
"Yeah, guess not. Which one do you like?"
"Poltergeist killing anyone?"
"Nope. Just terrorizing a family."
"Guess we go to the construction site then. Where's it at?"
"Two states over."
***
"Sammy," Dean's hand crept over Sam's body. "Are you awake?"
Sam tried to pretend he was still asleep and ignored Dean. He slipped his hand over Sam's boxers. That was a little more difficult to ignore.
He kissed Sam's neck and whispered, "Sammy, you need to wake up."
Sam looked at the clock. "Dean, it's three A.M."
'We're usually up at three A.M."
"When we're chasing ghosts. We have to be up in the morning."
"It'll be fine."
"Why weren't you in the mood when we went to bed?"
"It was the pizza. I had a full stomach. It made me tired."
"Guess that's better than if you puked on me during sex," Sam said, weighing his options. "But, you have to do laundry by yourself tomorrow."
"Of course. Did you think I wanted to do research?"
***
It was always easy to get lost in the moment with Dean. He was well-skilled with his lips and hands. He knew how to find Sam's buttons. That spot by his ear or the back of his neck, so easy to access when Dean brushed Sam's hair aside.
Kisses started out slow and sleepy, rough hands made soft movements over skin. Positions shifted and unspoken decisions made.
Dean's hands roamed down his back before resting them on Sam's hips. Dean moved slowly and Sam pushed back on him.
"Needing something, Sammy?"
"Dean,” Sam sped up his motions.
"Easy," Dean slid in and hit Sam's sweet spot. "There. Feel better?" he asked when Sam quit moving back on him for a minute. He alternated between hitting that spot and giving Sam time to recover.
He watched beads of sweat form on Sam's tanned skin. He knew he was getting close.
"Come for me, Sammy," Dean's voice was raspy. "Come for me, baby."
A few stroke later and Sam collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
Dean wasn't far behind. He brushed Sam's sweaty hair back from his face. "Better now?"
Sam flashed his dimples that made Dean melt and kissed him.
"Give me some time here, Sammy. I ain't ready to go again just yet. What you're asking is physically impossible."
Sam gave a little laugh. "I wasn't asking you to do anything, Dean. Just enjoying my time with you."
"Okay," Dean let Sam snuggle closer. "Just don't go making this a 'we need to talk' moment. Don't think I could handle one of those right now."
"Don't worry. We don't need to talk."
"I will remember you said that."
They laid there in silence for a few minutes.
"Just don't eat so much right before bed next time," Sam said. "A guy needs his sleep."
"This guy needs more pizza. Want some?"
They sat there sleepy, eating cold pizza and looking out the window.
"Rain stopped. Should be good driving," Dean said as he took another bite. "We should make good time."
"I just hope I can sleep in the car."
"That's why I woke you up. You can sleep anywhere, but you're such a stickler about where we have sex."
"A bed is nice to have."
Dean raised his eyebrows at him.
"Well, it is."
"Not absolutely necessary, though. We've got to loosen you up, maybe try some new things."
"I like how we are now," Sam appeared uncomfortable at the idea of change.
"I do, too. I'm just talking about expanding your horizons. Little something different here, little something there."
Sam just looked at him.
"Bad timing or wrong topic," Dean took a drink. "You want the last piece?"
"No," Sam got up from the table and went back to bed.
Dean curled up behind him and was starting to drift off when Sam said, "I like feeling comfortable and safe. It's nice."
"So is a quickie on the side of the road," Dean replied. "Don't worry, Sammy. One day we'll get there."