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Title: Happiness (Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Character(s) or Pairing: Sam/Dean
Prompt: #15 Toys
Rating: (Although I expect - hope - most will be NC-17)
Summary: Dean’s fun with a soft air pistol gets more exciting.
A/N: Title stolen from the Beatles song Happiness Is A Warm Gun. This is a product of my current obsession with soft air guns. Note to self: Field research in the form of shooting yourself in the arm to be able to accurately describe the feelings doesn’t work when you manage to break the skin instead of just welt. This is my first Supernatural and porn fic ever and my first fanfic in years, so concrit is very much appreciated. Thanks!
Pow!
“Ow! What the fuck Dean? What the hell was that?” Sam asked as he rubbed his thigh where he’d just been hit with a 6mm plastic BB. Dean grinned out at him from his position behind the couch. He was using it as a fort and aimed his soft air pistol again.
“Dean, I swear to God, you shoot me again and I’m shoving that gun where the sun don’t shine.”
“Try me, Sam.” Pow!
“Fuck! Dude, that fucking hurts!” Sam hissed and rubbed his thigh again, at the second welt that he knew was forming under his jeans. “Stop aiming for the inner thigh!”
“I like your thighs, Sammy.” The sound of the gun cocking. Followed quickly by the sound of Sam’s chair being pushed back, and suddenly the sounds of brotherly wrestling on the floor.
After he easily hurdled the back of the couch, Sam landed on top of his brother and wrestled the gun away from him. It didn’t take much to get the plastic weapon out of his brother’s hands, and he tossed it across the room where it misfired, the BB hitting the ceiling and ricocheting against the wall to land somewhere in the room.
Sam, meanwhile, was trying to get Dean’s shirt around his brother’s wrists, his body already pinning his brother’s to the ground. Dean was squirming and Sam could already feel the growing erection beneath him. Smirking, Sam looked at his brother.
“I’m gonna let you up, and you’re gonna take off my pants and lick my wounds. Got it?” At Dean’s nod, Sam relaxed his grip and sat back on the floor while Dean sat up. The older brother’s nimble fingers undid Sam’s jeans and yanked them off in one pull, leaving Sam laughing.
“Woah Dean…” He chuckled at his brother then bit his tongue and moaned. Dean’s lips had just found the first of the small round welts on his inner thigh and the feelings were incredible. Dean’s tongue smoothed over the angry red skin, sending the nerve endings into overdrive, then swirled around the normal skin surrounding the wound. Sam’s cock was enjoying this, and really started standing up when Dean moved to the second one, repeating the actions.
Sam moved a hand into Dean’s short hair and guided his brother to what he needed, Dean’s mouth on his cock. It took a few seconds to lick his way over, but once he got there, he smiled and immediately took his brother’s cock deep into his throat. Sam bucked and swore. It was always a surprise when his brother did that… for some reason he could never remember just how deep Dean could go on him.
Dean sucked and lipped Sam’s cock, making it shudder and twitch with need. He drew his head back and pulled off until only the head of Sam’s cock was left in his mouth, and he put his tongue and hand to work. While rubbing his fingers along Sam’s slick shaft, his tongue swirled and lapped at the leaking head.
Sam’s hand clenched in Dean’s hair, hips bucking and thrusting unstoppably. He was sweating and moaning, his head leaning back and his mouth slightly open. Dean’s mouth was incredible.
Just when Dean decided to lick and worry at the slit, tasting his brother’s precum, Sam lost it. He thrusted forward and Dean held him, head of cock in mouth, sucking down Sam’s cum. As soon as Sam had come down from the high, shuddering and sweating, Dean licked him over and over, hand squeezing the shaft gently, trying to get every savory taste out of his brother. When he was certain nothing more would come out, he pulled off finally and looked up, smiling.
Sam looked down at his older brother and chuckled weakly. “Get what you wanted?”
“Yeah dude. Next time you can shoot me in the ass.” Dean grinned and Sam laughed.
“Sure, Dean. Pervert.”
sam_slut_a_thonTable is here
Title: Happiness (Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Character(s) or Pairing: Sam/Dean
Prompt: #15 Toys
Rating: (Although I expect - hope - most will be NC-17)
Summary: Dean’s fun with a soft air pistol gets more exciting.
A/N: Title stolen from the Beatles song Happiness Is A Warm Gun. This is a product of my current obsession with soft air guns. Note to self: Field research in the form of shooting yourself in the arm to be able to accurately describe the feelings doesn’t work when you manage to break the skin instead of just welt. This is my first Supernatural and porn fic ever and my first fanfic in years, so concrit is very much appreciated. Thanks!
Pow!
“Ow! What the fuck Dean? What the hell was that?” Sam asked as he rubbed his thigh where he’d just been hit with a 6mm plastic BB. Dean grinned out at him from his position behind the couch. He was using it as a fort and aimed his soft air pistol again.
“Dean, I swear to God, you shoot me again and I’m shoving that gun where the sun don’t shine.”
“Try me, Sam.” Pow!
“Fuck! Dude, that fucking hurts!” Sam hissed and rubbed his thigh again, at the second welt that he knew was forming under his jeans. “Stop aiming for the inner thigh!”
“I like your thighs, Sammy.” The sound of the gun cocking. Followed quickly by the sound of Sam’s chair being pushed back, and suddenly the sounds of brotherly wrestling on the floor.
After he easily hurdled the back of the couch, Sam landed on top of his brother and wrestled the gun away from him. It didn’t take much to get the plastic weapon out of his brother’s hands, and he tossed it across the room where it misfired, the BB hitting the ceiling and ricocheting against the wall to land somewhere in the room.
Sam, meanwhile, was trying to get Dean’s shirt around his brother’s wrists, his body already pinning his brother’s to the ground. Dean was squirming and Sam could already feel the growing erection beneath him. Smirking, Sam looked at his brother.
“I’m gonna let you up, and you’re gonna take off my pants and lick my wounds. Got it?” At Dean’s nod, Sam relaxed his grip and sat back on the floor while Dean sat up. The older brother’s nimble fingers undid Sam’s jeans and yanked them off in one pull, leaving Sam laughing.
“Woah Dean…” He chuckled at his brother then bit his tongue and moaned. Dean’s lips had just found the first of the small round welts on his inner thigh and the feelings were incredible. Dean’s tongue smoothed over the angry red skin, sending the nerve endings into overdrive, then swirled around the normal skin surrounding the wound. Sam’s cock was enjoying this, and really started standing up when Dean moved to the second one, repeating the actions.
Sam moved a hand into Dean’s short hair and guided his brother to what he needed, Dean’s mouth on his cock. It took a few seconds to lick his way over, but once he got there, he smiled and immediately took his brother’s cock deep into his throat. Sam bucked and swore. It was always a surprise when his brother did that… for some reason he could never remember just how deep Dean could go on him.
Dean sucked and lipped Sam’s cock, making it shudder and twitch with need. He drew his head back and pulled off until only the head of Sam’s cock was left in his mouth, and he put his tongue and hand to work. While rubbing his fingers along Sam’s slick shaft, his tongue swirled and lapped at the leaking head.
Sam’s hand clenched in Dean’s hair, hips bucking and thrusting unstoppably. He was sweating and moaning, his head leaning back and his mouth slightly open. Dean’s mouth was incredible.
Just when Dean decided to lick and worry at the slit, tasting his brother’s precum, Sam lost it. He thrusted forward and Dean held him, head of cock in mouth, sucking down Sam’s cum. As soon as Sam had come down from the high, shuddering and sweating, Dean licked him over and over, hand squeezing the shaft gently, trying to get every savory taste out of his brother. When he was certain nothing more would come out, he pulled off finally and looked up, smiling.
Sam looked down at his older brother and chuckled weakly. “Get what you wanted?”
“Yeah dude. Next time you can shoot me in the ass.” Dean grinned and Sam laughed.
“Sure, Dean. Pervert.”