Swings and Roundabouts 7/7, Sam/Dean
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Swings and Roundabouts 7/7
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17 overall
Words: 680
Warnings: Graphic Wincest, talk of (mock) prostitution.
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Sammy gave away $15,000. Dean wants payback.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stagesoflove 2006, Round 3, 'Seven Deadly Sins' and 'Seven Heavenly Virtues', #7 - Sloth // Fortitude
#1 Pride // Faith, #2 Gluttony // Temperance, #3 Envy // Justice, #4 Anger // Prudence #5 Lust // Hope, #6 Greed // Charity.
Two days late, but yay, done!
Sloth // Fortitude
Dean knows Sam has said they can use the remaining 'dirty' dollars to finance their trip north to Iowa in January, but he also saw the look on Sam's face when he said it. His little brother won't relax until the money's gone.
Dean blows the lot on what might be the last hotel room in Vegas.
The bed is huge, half-hidden under mounds of pillows, and draped in the softest cotton sheets Dean's ever seen. It sits in the centre of - just for a change - a not horrendously decorated room that could easily contain the fifth floor walk-up that was the largest place he ever remembers them staying when they were kids. Dean doesn't think he could ever get used to having so much space between the walls of any one room. It's too open, too strange.
He's sprawled out naked in the centre of the bed, hands tucked up behind his head and one knee bent for best effect. The stark whiteness of the sheets highlights his multi-toned skin. He almost glows.
Sam finally emerges from the bathroom, scrubbing wildly at his hair with a plush cream towel.
"Dude, we've got to share that tub before we go. It's got water jets and everything!"
Then he sees what's waiting for him and he immediately drops the towel, shrugs off the complimentary robe and panther crawls the length of the bed to layer himself over Dean.
"You look so damn hot."
He drops his head and licks a stripe up Dean's neck, from his clavicle to just behind his ear.
"You taste amazing."
He paints a string of fleeting kisses along Dean's freshly shaven jaw, and then sinks his teeth into that lush pout. He nibbles, licks and sucks those lips until they're slick and hot and swollen, and then nudges his way inside.
Dean just lies there and lets him.
After a while, Sam realises he's doing all the work, and he reluctantly pulls back to see Dean's face.
"Dean? Did- did I do something wrong?"
He can't see the way that Dean's fingers are knotted behind Dean's head, or the way Dean's toes are digging furrows into the sheets in an attempt to keep his body perfectly still.
"You gave away fifteen thousand dollars, Sammy. I figure you owe me."
Sam's first instinct is to flinch at the mention of the misbegotten money, but the subtle twitch of Dean's lips pulls him up short.
"I owe you? Dude, I was the one who won that money. I told you it didn't feel right."
Dean's shrug ripples the length of both their bodies, bringing very interested parts into close contact. He licks his lips.
"Oh, you owe me big, little brother. I've been keeping our asses out of the poorhouse by hustling pool and playing backroom poker with cousin Cletus and his good ol' boys. Then you earn fifteen grand in under three hours and drop the lot into a goddamned charity bucket? Damn right, you owe me, and I'm collecting."
Sam's expression is priceless but Dean's not quite done.
"I figure I'll just lie here and let you work it off, dollar by dollar. You're a good-looking boy, Sammy, fit and healthy, and I bet you know a few more tricks than you've let on so far. Be extra nice to me and I might even leave you a tip."
Despite the 'Hell no!' gleam in Sam's eye, his cock is standing to attention and painting stripes on both their bellies as it twitches uncontrollably between them.
"Dollar by d- You're crazy, you know that? I'm not letting you turn me into a-"
"Hooker. Rent boy. A good little whore who'll fuck himself on my cock until I let him come?"
Each word is accompanied by another twitch of Sam's heavy erection, and they both know it. Dean grins and artlessly tilts his pelvis in a slow, sensual grind against Sam's.
"Oh, yeah. I hope those all night sessions at college taught you a thing or two about stamina, Sammy. This might take a while."
Title: Swings and Roundabouts 7/7
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17 overall
Words: 680
Warnings: Graphic Wincest, talk of (mock) prostitution.
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Sammy gave away $15,000. Dean wants payback.
Notes: Written for
stagesoflove 2006, Round 3, 'Seven Deadly Sins' and 'Seven Heavenly Virtues', #7 - Sloth // Fortitude#1 Pride // Faith, #2 Gluttony // Temperance, #3 Envy // Justice, #4 Anger // Prudence #5 Lust // Hope, #6 Greed // Charity.
Two days late, but yay, done!
Sloth // Fortitude
Dean knows Sam has said they can use the remaining 'dirty' dollars to finance their trip north to Iowa in January, but he also saw the look on Sam's face when he said it. His little brother won't relax until the money's gone.
Dean blows the lot on what might be the last hotel room in Vegas.
The bed is huge, half-hidden under mounds of pillows, and draped in the softest cotton sheets Dean's ever seen. It sits in the centre of - just for a change - a not horrendously decorated room that could easily contain the fifth floor walk-up that was the largest place he ever remembers them staying when they were kids. Dean doesn't think he could ever get used to having so much space between the walls of any one room. It's too open, too strange.
He's sprawled out naked in the centre of the bed, hands tucked up behind his head and one knee bent for best effect. The stark whiteness of the sheets highlights his multi-toned skin. He almost glows.
Sam finally emerges from the bathroom, scrubbing wildly at his hair with a plush cream towel.
"Dude, we've got to share that tub before we go. It's got water jets and everything!"
Then he sees what's waiting for him and he immediately drops the towel, shrugs off the complimentary robe and panther crawls the length of the bed to layer himself over Dean.
"You look so damn hot."
He drops his head and licks a stripe up Dean's neck, from his clavicle to just behind his ear.
"You taste amazing."
He paints a string of fleeting kisses along Dean's freshly shaven jaw, and then sinks his teeth into that lush pout. He nibbles, licks and sucks those lips until they're slick and hot and swollen, and then nudges his way inside.
Dean just lies there and lets him.
After a while, Sam realises he's doing all the work, and he reluctantly pulls back to see Dean's face.
"Dean? Did- did I do something wrong?"
He can't see the way that Dean's fingers are knotted behind Dean's head, or the way Dean's toes are digging furrows into the sheets in an attempt to keep his body perfectly still.
"You gave away fifteen thousand dollars, Sammy. I figure you owe me."
Sam's first instinct is to flinch at the mention of the misbegotten money, but the subtle twitch of Dean's lips pulls him up short.
"I owe you? Dude, I was the one who won that money. I told you it didn't feel right."
Dean's shrug ripples the length of both their bodies, bringing very interested parts into close contact. He licks his lips.
"Oh, you owe me big, little brother. I've been keeping our asses out of the poorhouse by hustling pool and playing backroom poker with cousin Cletus and his good ol' boys. Then you earn fifteen grand in under three hours and drop the lot into a goddamned charity bucket? Damn right, you owe me, and I'm collecting."
Sam's expression is priceless but Dean's not quite done.
"I figure I'll just lie here and let you work it off, dollar by dollar. You're a good-looking boy, Sammy, fit and healthy, and I bet you know a few more tricks than you've let on so far. Be extra nice to me and I might even leave you a tip."
Despite the 'Hell no!' gleam in Sam's eye, his cock is standing to attention and painting stripes on both their bellies as it twitches uncontrollably between them.
"Dollar by d- You're crazy, you know that? I'm not letting you turn me into a-"
"Hooker. Rent boy. A good little whore who'll fuck himself on my cock until I let him come?"
Each word is accompanied by another twitch of Sam's heavy erection, and they both know it. Dean grins and artlessly tilts his pelvis in a slow, sensual grind against Sam's.
"Oh, yeah. I hope those all night sessions at college taught you a thing or two about stamina, Sammy. This might take a while."
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on 2006-07-05 05:09 am (UTC)I fucking LOVE YOU right now.
This...needs to be developed. More. A lot more. With graphic detail and possibly a soundtrack. Because Sam acting like a hooker for Dean is TOO DAMN HOT FOR MY BRAIN TO TOTALLY PROCESS.
*dies*
*begs* Please?
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on 2006-07-05 05:15 am (UTC)Oh and *points up* I totally agree that this one should be expanded upon in detail.
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on 2006-07-05 05:18 am (UTC)Whoo! Dean breaks bad in a whole new way!! And that last line!! Pricelss, dear, priceless....
Loads of fun, honey! Thanks for sharing!!
*Fierce hugs!*
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on 2006-07-05 06:42 am (UTC)Very nice ending. Heh, stamina...oh, Sam's in for it now.
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on 2006-07-05 06:51 am (UTC)Excellent job!
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on 2006-07-05 10:11 am (UTC)I have serial flailed again, yes. Because you just BROKE ME. Jesus Christ, I can't see straight. First the Dean-on-the-bed thing and then the Sam-wet-from-the-shower thing and then the panther-crawling thing and the finger-knotting thing and OH, Lordy. I can't even begin to describe what you just did to my hormones.
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on 2006-07-05 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-05 03:04 pm (UTC)The stark whiteness of the sheets highlights his multi-toned skin. He almost glows.
You got me with that! The rest? How do I put this?
Brain
Panties
Melt
Hamster in head? KABOOM!
*laughs* Hell of an ending, sweets!
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on 2006-07-05 04:34 pm (UTC)*bounce*
Yis!
*cough*
:)
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on 2006-07-05 05:25 pm (UTC)you know how much I loved this series you ended it wonderfully. LOVE MUCH LOVE
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on 2006-07-05 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-05 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-05 07:11 pm (UTC)I love this series its fab!!
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on 2006-07-05 07:47 pm (UTC)The whole series has been awesome! Thanks!
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on 2006-07-05 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-06 01:39 am (UTC)OK damn it--I forgive you for the 15K thingy ;-D
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on 2006-07-06 02:32 am (UTC)Dollar by dollar? That gave me some nice mental images. :D
Ah, I want to read more.
I enjoyed this series very much. Thank you!
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on 2006-07-06 03:22 am (UTC)Dean is planning to get 'his' money's worth out of Sam. If he shares the details of what goes on, I will of course share those details with everyone here. *g*
*ponders the soundtrack possibilities* ;)
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on 2006-07-06 03:28 am (UTC)I originally planned to write two separate sets, one of sins and one of virtues, but then my muse decided that that was too easy and suggested pairing them up. *g*
As I commented above, I'm not ruling out an encore in this little 'verse, if Dean agrees to share the dirty details about how he gets his money's worth. *g*
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on 2006-07-06 03:29 am (UTC)Dean is a wicked wicked boy, and one of these days he's going to get what's coming to him. ;)
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on 2006-07-06 03:30 am (UTC)I'm sure Sammy's up to the task of working his ass off for $15K. ;)
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on 2006-07-06 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-06 03:31 am (UTC)Love your icon! *uses complementary icon*
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on 2006-07-06 03:32 am (UTC)*glues you back together again* :D
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on 2006-07-06 03:36 am (UTC)There... could be a sequel, if I can only convince Dean to share the details of the weekend. Stay tuned! *g*