Power of the Pen... Er Laptop
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,138
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Power of the Pen... Er Laptop
Power of the Pen... Er Laptop
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine
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Author's Notes:
Taken from the Author, Author challenge proposed by The Huntress! The excerpt I used is taken from a story by Miss Meehan, 'Sleeping Beauty' off of fanfiction.net! She was kind enough to give me permission to use it! Mentions of The 4400!
This was a completely random idea I had, so don't hate me!
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Tom nudged gently forward, stilling for a moment to give Kyle some time to adjust to him.
“Okay baby?” Tom asked softly.
Kyle opened his mouth but only nodded as if coherent thought had left him. Tom understood. He'd barely gotten his own words out. Soon he found himself thrusting a little hard in and out of his son. Kyle was reaching up for him.
“Closer,” Kyle said, staring up at his father with pleading eyes.
Tom pushed in further, resting his upper torso against the warmth of his son. He clasped Kyle's face in his strong hands and kissed him fervently, letting his tongue slide inside his son's mouth and mate with Kyle's hungry tongue. Kyle was thrusting up against him. His cock pressing into Tom's stomach. Tom grabbed his son's right hand in his left and guiding it around Kyle's cock. Tom guided the hand beneath his up and down the pulsating shaft, setting a pace equal to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Kyle's breathing became harsh and Tom broke the kiss to allow them both time to recuperate. A few short gasps from his son and Kyle's back was arched off the bed. Tom knew his boy was close to completion. Tom thrust even harder now slamming in and out of his son. He knew Kyle would feel it for a few days but Tom could no longer control himself. His own grunts and groans were rivaled only by Kyle's. Within a few minutes both men were gasping, Kyle calling for his father and Tom calling out his son's name. As both men came, clutching onto each other for dear life, neither noticed the tall slim blond figure in the hallway just left of the door retreating into the shadow.
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Dean snapped out of his stupor when he heard the door to the motel open. Sam had come back home, which wasn’t good for Dean as he was invading his brother’s privacy, relationship or no relationship.
But Dean felt this needed to be dealt with.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked Dean. He knew something had to be up since Dean didn’t normally get hard from using his laptop. “And why are you hard?”
“Sam,” Dean cleared his throat. “Do you have a thing for daddies?”
If Sam were drinking water, he would have choked as his eyes bugged out and he rushed to his laptop and saw what Dean was reading.
“I mean, I’m all for The 4400, great show,” Dean nodded, “But I’m not really feeling the Kyle and Tom, son and father thing.”
“There’s a thing called fanfiction and I was trying my hand at it,” Sam defended. He was no longer embarrassed, just really pissed at what Dean was saying. Did they not just have sex the night before?
“Try your hand?” Dean laughed. “There’s at least 20 stories saved on here, and I have a feeling they all deal with son/dad issues. You’re not thinking of leaving me for dad are you?”
Sam’s embarrassment came back full force as he looked down at his feet and muttered something incoherent.
“Oh my god, I was kidding!” Dean’s jaw had literally dropped.
“Dean, I don’t have any intention of going after our dad,” Sam defended himself.
“Do you have any feelings for him?” Dean asked. After a few seconds of silence his question was answered. “I thought you hated him.”
“I never said I hated him,” Sam said sheepishly. “I was just really upset for all the crap he put us through.”
“And that anger turned into lust,” Dean nodded in understanding. He rolled his eyes and looked toward the ceiling. “Our family is so fucked up.”
“You’re not gonna tell dad are you?” Sam asked. “I mean, he won’t stop cracking jokes about us whenever he shows up, so you know he’s gonna joke about this.”
Dean touched his chin in thought and chuckled at the images, “Hmm, I never really thought about doing that. I think I will.”
Sam dropped to his knees in disappointment. “You do realize we aren’t doing anything to night, right?”
“I know, but I’ve got plenty of stories here to carry me over until you’re ready,” Dean laughed as he turned back toward the laptop and opened another file.
“Maybe this one,” Dean said, “Returnee 0144.”
Sam groaned as he rose from the floor and sat on the bed while Dean read away. He kept wondering what he would have to do to keep Dean silent. John Winchester could not know about this.
Sam would never live it down…
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This is kind of a jump off fic... It's complete, but I'm not sure if I should do a Sam/John fic or not... Thoughts?
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine
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Author's Notes:
Taken from the Author, Author challenge proposed by The Huntress! The excerpt I used is taken from a story by Miss Meehan, 'Sleeping Beauty' off of fanfiction.net! She was kind enough to give me permission to use it! Mentions of The 4400!
This was a completely random idea I had, so don't hate me!
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Tom nudged gently forward, stilling for a moment to give Kyle some time to adjust to him.
“Okay baby?” Tom asked softly.
Kyle opened his mouth but only nodded as if coherent thought had left him. Tom understood. He'd barely gotten his own words out. Soon he found himself thrusting a little hard in and out of his son. Kyle was reaching up for him.
“Closer,” Kyle said, staring up at his father with pleading eyes.
Tom pushed in further, resting his upper torso against the warmth of his son. He clasped Kyle's face in his strong hands and kissed him fervently, letting his tongue slide inside his son's mouth and mate with Kyle's hungry tongue. Kyle was thrusting up against him. His cock pressing into Tom's stomach. Tom grabbed his son's right hand in his left and guiding it around Kyle's cock. Tom guided the hand beneath his up and down the pulsating shaft, setting a pace equal to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Kyle's breathing became harsh and Tom broke the kiss to allow them both time to recuperate. A few short gasps from his son and Kyle's back was arched off the bed. Tom knew his boy was close to completion. Tom thrust even harder now slamming in and out of his son. He knew Kyle would feel it for a few days but Tom could no longer control himself. His own grunts and groans were rivaled only by Kyle's. Within a few minutes both men were gasping, Kyle calling for his father and Tom calling out his son's name. As both men came, clutching onto each other for dear life, neither noticed the tall slim blond figure in the hallway just left of the door retreating into the shadow.
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Dean snapped out of his stupor when he heard the door to the motel open. Sam had come back home, which wasn’t good for Dean as he was invading his brother’s privacy, relationship or no relationship.
But Dean felt this needed to be dealt with.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked Dean. He knew something had to be up since Dean didn’t normally get hard from using his laptop. “And why are you hard?”
“Sam,” Dean cleared his throat. “Do you have a thing for daddies?”
If Sam were drinking water, he would have choked as his eyes bugged out and he rushed to his laptop and saw what Dean was reading.
“I mean, I’m all for The 4400, great show,” Dean nodded, “But I’m not really feeling the Kyle and Tom, son and father thing.”
“There’s a thing called fanfiction and I was trying my hand at it,” Sam defended. He was no longer embarrassed, just really pissed at what Dean was saying. Did they not just have sex the night before?
“Try your hand?” Dean laughed. “There’s at least 20 stories saved on here, and I have a feeling they all deal with son/dad issues. You’re not thinking of leaving me for dad are you?”
Sam’s embarrassment came back full force as he looked down at his feet and muttered something incoherent.
“Oh my god, I was kidding!” Dean’s jaw had literally dropped.
“Dean, I don’t have any intention of going after our dad,” Sam defended himself.
“Do you have any feelings for him?” Dean asked. After a few seconds of silence his question was answered. “I thought you hated him.”
“I never said I hated him,” Sam said sheepishly. “I was just really upset for all the crap he put us through.”
“And that anger turned into lust,” Dean nodded in understanding. He rolled his eyes and looked toward the ceiling. “Our family is so fucked up.”
“You’re not gonna tell dad are you?” Sam asked. “I mean, he won’t stop cracking jokes about us whenever he shows up, so you know he’s gonna joke about this.”
Dean touched his chin in thought and chuckled at the images, “Hmm, I never really thought about doing that. I think I will.”
Sam dropped to his knees in disappointment. “You do realize we aren’t doing anything to night, right?”
“I know, but I’ve got plenty of stories here to carry me over until you’re ready,” Dean laughed as he turned back toward the laptop and opened another file.
“Maybe this one,” Dean said, “Returnee 0144.”
Sam groaned as he rose from the floor and sat on the bed while Dean read away. He kept wondering what he would have to do to keep Dean silent. John Winchester could not know about this.
Sam would never live it down…
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This is kind of a jump off fic... It's complete, but I'm not sure if I should do a Sam/John fic or not... Thoughts?