FIC: And One Time In The Locker Room
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azraelz_angelTITLE: And One Time In The Locker Room
AUTHOR: Demona aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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REQUESTOR:wendy
FANDOM: Supernatural
PAIRING: Sam/Dean
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 995
WARNINGS: Slash (of course) – underage wincest (Sam 16, Dean 20)
SUMMARY: Dean goes to Sam’s school and they end up messing around at the school.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
NOTES: Set pre-Supernatural.
A/N: This is my first attempt at Sam/Dean.
Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashfest challenge:
wendy’s Challenge:
FANDOM: Supernatural
Prompt: Sam/Dean Dean goes to Sam’s school for some reason and they end up messing around at the school. Sam is super nervous about being caught but Dean convinces him.
Thanks toavamclean for looking this over and proclaiming it worthy of public reading!! *hugs*
“Sam Winchester,” Mr. Stevens, the P.E. teacher, called out as he received a note from the office manager.
“Yes, sir,” Sam replied, taking a step out of line on the soccer field.
“You’re excused for the day. Your ride is waiting out front to pick you up. Go get dressed and head up to the lobby,” he explained and then turned his attention back to the remaining
Ride? Usually Dean or Dad clearly identified themselves when they came to get him. Panic and fear immediately raced through Sam as his mind jumped to the worst conclusion. What if Dean was hurt? He’d been out on a solo hunt for the last week. What if Dad had decided that it was time to move again? He’d just started to make friends with some of the kids.
He made his way back into the locker room. He needed to quickly change his clothes and get out front to find out just what was going on. Sam wasn’t expecting Dean to be waiting for him, leaning back against a row of clocks.
“Dean!” Sam couldn’t contain the excitement and relief. “What – what’re you doing here?” Sam added.
“Got back early, figured you missed me,” Dean replied as he pushed himself off the lockers.
Sam swallowed as Dean advanced on him. “The hunt go okay?” Sam’s eyes darted around, checking to make sure that no one was around.
“I’m not here to talk about the hunt, Sammy.”
“But we’re at my school Dean. We can’t… We can’t do this here,” the last part was barely a whisper.
“That’s the whole point. This doesn’t excite you? You’re not showing any interest at all in this Sam?”
Sam backed up a couple of steps to get away from Dean. But Dean kept advancing until they were right outside the showers.
“Dean, anyone could come in here. The gym class should be done soon.”
“Better make it quick then, huh?” Dean firmly continued. His shirt was fluidly pulled over his head, exposing his lean muscular torso.
“Dean…” Sam whined and licked his lips. “Dean,” he tried again but the words died as Dean’s pants slid down his hips. Dean was hard, his dick flushed and resting against his stomach. Sam watched as Dean closed his hand around himself and began to stroke.
All thoughts of where Sam was or what he was about to do flew out the window as Dean’s wet head disappeared in and out of his fist.
Sam’s shirt fell softly to the shower tiles. He pulled his boxers and gym shorts down in an ungraceful heap at his feet. His own dick was getting hard as he watched Dean jerk himself.
“Lose the sneakers, Sammy,” Dean instructed him as he walked backwards into the showers.
Sam bent down to yank off his shoes and when he looked back up he almost came on the spot. He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed hard. Dean was leaning – face first – against the shower wall, legs spread wide and his hands were spreading his ass checks. Sam could see his glistening pink hole from where he stood, suddenly too far away from Dean. Sam quickly advanced on Dean, eyes focused on that waiting - inviting - ass.
He covered Dean, pressing himself fully against him, as his cock slid between Dean’s cheeks.
"Do it already Sam. I’m ready,” Dean ground out as Sam lazily thrust against him. “Wouldn’t want to get caught fucking your big brother would you?”
“Don’t care,” Sam muttered as he slipped a finger into Dean’s ass. He was shocked when it slid in with no resistance.
Dean thrust back against Sam’s hand. “Came prepared Sam. Now do it,” Dean taunted him.
Sam withdrew his finger and wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock. He used his precome to help lubricate himself.
“Wider,” Sam murmured and Dean pulled his cheeks further apart, showing off his stretched, puckered hole. Sam lined himself up and slowly pushed in. He watched as his dick was sheathed inch by inch in Dean’s tight body until his balls met Dean’s thighs.
They both let out groans as Sam stopped moving and just remained fully sheathed inside his brother. Sam waited just long enough for Dean to adjust and right before Dean would’ve started bitching to pull out. He watched as his cock was released from Dean’s body. He stopped with just the head inside and then he slammed back in.
Their moans reverberated off the shower walls and around the locker room. In the back of his mind Sam knew they’d get caught if anyone entered the locker room, but with his dick thrusting in and out of Dean’s tight ass he couldn’t make himself care.
It doesn’t take long. Sam would’ve been embarrassed, but he’d dare anyone to last long when they look down and see their dick, shiny with lube, red and swollen, sliding in and out of such a welcoming ass. Add to that the sounds and utter filth coming out of his brother’s mouth and yeah.
Sam’s thrusts lose their rhythm as he erratically slams into Dean. His orgasm rips through him and he latches onto the back of Dean’s shoulder, teeth sinking into tanned flesh, as he muffles his scream.
Dean follows after him, his ass clenching around Sam’s over sensitive dick, as his come splatters on the shower wall in front of him.
Sam doesn’t allow himself to bask in the moment. Reality comes back to him in a flash, and he blushes slightly as he realizes he just fucked his brother in his high school locker room. He pulls out Dean, watches as Dean’s ass quivers at the sensation, and steps back.
“Not too bad little brother,” Dean muttered as he finally let go of his ass cheeks. Sam had to bite his lip not to let out a sigh as the puckered opening disappeared from his view. “Not too bad at all.”
AUTHOR: Demona aka
azraelz_angelREQUESTOR:
wendyFANDOM: Supernatural
PAIRING: Sam/Dean
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 995
WARNINGS: Slash (of course) – underage wincest (Sam 16, Dean 20)
SUMMARY: Dean goes to Sam’s school and they end up messing around at the school.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
NOTES: Set pre-Supernatural.
A/N: This is my first attempt at Sam/Dean.
Written for the
slashfest challenge:wendy’s Challenge:FANDOM: Supernatural
Prompt: Sam/Dean Dean goes to Sam’s school for some reason and they end up messing around at the school. Sam is super nervous about being caught but Dean convinces him.
Thanks to
avamclean for looking this over and proclaiming it worthy of public reading!! *hugs*“Sam Winchester,” Mr. Stevens, the P.E. teacher, called out as he received a note from the office manager.
“Yes, sir,” Sam replied, taking a step out of line on the soccer field.
“You’re excused for the day. Your ride is waiting out front to pick you up. Go get dressed and head up to the lobby,” he explained and then turned his attention back to the remaining
Ride? Usually Dean or Dad clearly identified themselves when they came to get him. Panic and fear immediately raced through Sam as his mind jumped to the worst conclusion. What if Dean was hurt? He’d been out on a solo hunt for the last week. What if Dad had decided that it was time to move again? He’d just started to make friends with some of the kids.
He made his way back into the locker room. He needed to quickly change his clothes and get out front to find out just what was going on. Sam wasn’t expecting Dean to be waiting for him, leaning back against a row of clocks.
“Dean!” Sam couldn’t contain the excitement and relief. “What – what’re you doing here?” Sam added.
“Got back early, figured you missed me,” Dean replied as he pushed himself off the lockers.
Sam swallowed as Dean advanced on him. “The hunt go okay?” Sam’s eyes darted around, checking to make sure that no one was around.
“I’m not here to talk about the hunt, Sammy.”
“But we’re at my school Dean. We can’t… We can’t do this here,” the last part was barely a whisper.
“That’s the whole point. This doesn’t excite you? You’re not showing any interest at all in this Sam?”
Sam backed up a couple of steps to get away from Dean. But Dean kept advancing until they were right outside the showers.
“Dean, anyone could come in here. The gym class should be done soon.”
“Better make it quick then, huh?” Dean firmly continued. His shirt was fluidly pulled over his head, exposing his lean muscular torso.
“Dean…” Sam whined and licked his lips. “Dean,” he tried again but the words died as Dean’s pants slid down his hips. Dean was hard, his dick flushed and resting against his stomach. Sam watched as Dean closed his hand around himself and began to stroke.
All thoughts of where Sam was or what he was about to do flew out the window as Dean’s wet head disappeared in and out of his fist.
Sam’s shirt fell softly to the shower tiles. He pulled his boxers and gym shorts down in an ungraceful heap at his feet. His own dick was getting hard as he watched Dean jerk himself.
“Lose the sneakers, Sammy,” Dean instructed him as he walked backwards into the showers.
Sam bent down to yank off his shoes and when he looked back up he almost came on the spot. He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed hard. Dean was leaning – face first – against the shower wall, legs spread wide and his hands were spreading his ass checks. Sam could see his glistening pink hole from where he stood, suddenly too far away from Dean. Sam quickly advanced on Dean, eyes focused on that waiting - inviting - ass.
He covered Dean, pressing himself fully against him, as his cock slid between Dean’s cheeks.
"Do it already Sam. I’m ready,” Dean ground out as Sam lazily thrust against him. “Wouldn’t want to get caught fucking your big brother would you?”
“Don’t care,” Sam muttered as he slipped a finger into Dean’s ass. He was shocked when it slid in with no resistance.
Dean thrust back against Sam’s hand. “Came prepared Sam. Now do it,” Dean taunted him.
Sam withdrew his finger and wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock. He used his precome to help lubricate himself.
“Wider,” Sam murmured and Dean pulled his cheeks further apart, showing off his stretched, puckered hole. Sam lined himself up and slowly pushed in. He watched as his dick was sheathed inch by inch in Dean’s tight body until his balls met Dean’s thighs.
They both let out groans as Sam stopped moving and just remained fully sheathed inside his brother. Sam waited just long enough for Dean to adjust and right before Dean would’ve started bitching to pull out. He watched as his cock was released from Dean’s body. He stopped with just the head inside and then he slammed back in.
Their moans reverberated off the shower walls and around the locker room. In the back of his mind Sam knew they’d get caught if anyone entered the locker room, but with his dick thrusting in and out of Dean’s tight ass he couldn’t make himself care.
It doesn’t take long. Sam would’ve been embarrassed, but he’d dare anyone to last long when they look down and see their dick, shiny with lube, red and swollen, sliding in and out of such a welcoming ass. Add to that the sounds and utter filth coming out of his brother’s mouth and yeah.
Sam’s thrusts lose their rhythm as he erratically slams into Dean. His orgasm rips through him and he latches onto the back of Dean’s shoulder, teeth sinking into tanned flesh, as he muffles his scream.
Dean follows after him, his ass clenching around Sam’s over sensitive dick, as his come splatters on the shower wall in front of him.
Sam doesn’t allow himself to bask in the moment. Reality comes back to him in a flash, and he blushes slightly as he realizes he just fucked his brother in his high school locker room. He pulls out Dean, watches as Dean’s ass quivers at the sensation, and steps back.
“Not too bad little brother,” Dean muttered as he finally let go of his ass cheeks. Sam had to bite his lip not to let out a sigh as the puckered opening disappeared from his view. “Not too bad at all.”
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Date: 2007-06-19 01:55 pm (UTC)Thanks for the lovely review!
More Dean/Sam on the way by the end of the month, promise!