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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,147
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A/N: Takes place after the implied fight Sam had with John about going to college.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
Sophocles (496 BC - 406 BC)
It’s cold and wet as the thunderstorm rages outside. It’s freezing in the tiny hotel room and I can see my breath clouding in front of me. He’s huddling on the bed, his face pressed to the window as he’s waiting for Dad to come home, searching for that dark figure rushing through the hammering rain outside.
He looks painfully young in that moment and something fierce rips through me. I want him. Want to keep him safe, protect him. Want to comfort him. Want to make sure he never looks so sad and lonely again.
“Sam,” I whisper, almost afraid to disturb the murky room. Afraid to disturb him. “Sammy…”
He doesn’t say anything, just sniffles and wraps comforter from the bed tighter around himself.
“Don’t Dean. Don’t you dare.” He’s still looking out the window, with his side to me. The unexpected flash of lightning breaks through the room, and I think I see tears in his eyes. My Sammy.
“Don’t be mad at him. He didn’t mean it. He just loves you too much. He’s afraid to let you go.”
“God!” Suddenly Sam turns around. He’s furious. His eyebrows are drawn together, his hair a wild mess. “Don’t you dare defend him. How can you?”
I move to the bed and sit next to him, hugging him close. He comes easy enough, resting his head on my shoulder.
“I just don’t understand…” he whispers into my neck. His words are soft and hot and they warm my frozen body.
I kiss the top of his head, drawing him close. We’re holding each other tight, both tangled up in the comforter. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest and I know that I love him. Love him so much that I can’t breath, I can’t think. Just running my hands along his face, his soft skin, wiping his tears, or are those mine? I can’t tell, I can’t tell…
He kisses me.
On the lips. Nips, really. Like a puppy. It startles me and he looks scared. I don’t want him to be scared, there’s nothing to be scared about. I kiss him back. Slowly, softly, not to startle him, but he gasps against my lips anyway and I taste him. Like taking a sip of cool water on a hot day. I can’t seem to get enough, his lips, his sweetness and softness is all I can feel. I can feel it thrumming through me. In my blood, in my heart. I dive deeper, tasting the strange heat of his neck. He moans gently and I can barely hear him over the howling of the wind and the blood rushing in my ears.
I push him back on the bed, pulling his t-shirt up, and looking up into his eyes. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt him. He smiles just a little, and the rest of the world can go fuck them-selves, I have my Sammy. That’s all I need. I smile back and kiss his chest.
The skin is soft and velvety. My fingers slide over it and it’s as if I’m touching pure fire. He melts me. I learn him by touch in the dark. The soft places, the hard ones. The bone and meat, the fragile cartilage. That’s my blood pumping through his veins. Half father, half mother and all me. I can’t get enough.
He’s my brother. He’s a man. I should be repulsed, but I guess something broke in me long ago and I don’t care. Instead I kiss him harder to erase the worrisome thoughts. I kiss him down to the soft curls, licking him gently as he writhes on the bed sheets, clutching at the discarded comforter.
It’s as if I’m holding his heart in my hands, a fluttering velvety thing. It burns my fingers and my lips as I slowly take him in my mouth. I hear his gasp above me and moan softly. I look up and his eyes are tightly shut. His teeth bared and he’s bighting his lips. I slip him out of my mouth, rubbing my cheek against him.
His stomach muscles quiver and I know he’s close. It’s easy enough to push him over the edge as he arches off the bed, calling out my name.
“God, Dean…” It’s soft and whispered sob and it races through my body like a heat wave.
He breathers fast, catching his breath, his eyes are wide and I remember far too late just how young he is. Suddenly I hate myself.
He pulls me tight against him and I’m hard against his thigh. All sweetness and light. His tears are long dry by now.
“Dean?” he asks, and I’ll never know how he can pour so much in to just a name. He’s full of apprehension and nervousness and despite how much I’m trembling inside. I smile at him.
His light touch stings against my abdomen and when he takes me in his hand, I want to cry. He’s soft and loving and I wonder if that’s how he made love to Jess, abruptly I feel as if I’m invading something private just thinking like that. I try to relax and stop thinking all together.
Sam’s kisses ignite me. Kindling my passion and driving me higher and higher.
And finally…finally…I let it all go.
Sam will leave soon. No doubt about that. And he deserves that. A real life. A real home. But I will have this for eternity. This moment, this flash in time so I will never be cold again.
The End
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
Sophocles (496 BC - 406 BC)
It’s cold and wet as the thunderstorm rages outside. It’s freezing in the tiny hotel room and I can see my breath clouding in front of me. He’s huddling on the bed, his face pressed to the window as he’s waiting for Dad to come home, searching for that dark figure rushing through the hammering rain outside.
He looks painfully young in that moment and something fierce rips through me. I want him. Want to keep him safe, protect him. Want to comfort him. Want to make sure he never looks so sad and lonely again.
“Sam,” I whisper, almost afraid to disturb the murky room. Afraid to disturb him. “Sammy…”
He doesn’t say anything, just sniffles and wraps comforter from the bed tighter around himself.
“Don’t Dean. Don’t you dare.” He’s still looking out the window, with his side to me. The unexpected flash of lightning breaks through the room, and I think I see tears in his eyes. My Sammy.
“Don’t be mad at him. He didn’t mean it. He just loves you too much. He’s afraid to let you go.”
“God!” Suddenly Sam turns around. He’s furious. His eyebrows are drawn together, his hair a wild mess. “Don’t you dare defend him. How can you?”
I move to the bed and sit next to him, hugging him close. He comes easy enough, resting his head on my shoulder.
“I just don’t understand…” he whispers into my neck. His words are soft and hot and they warm my frozen body.
I kiss the top of his head, drawing him close. We’re holding each other tight, both tangled up in the comforter. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest and I know that I love him. Love him so much that I can’t breath, I can’t think. Just running my hands along his face, his soft skin, wiping his tears, or are those mine? I can’t tell, I can’t tell…
He kisses me.
On the lips. Nips, really. Like a puppy. It startles me and he looks scared. I don’t want him to be scared, there’s nothing to be scared about. I kiss him back. Slowly, softly, not to startle him, but he gasps against my lips anyway and I taste him. Like taking a sip of cool water on a hot day. I can’t seem to get enough, his lips, his sweetness and softness is all I can feel. I can feel it thrumming through me. In my blood, in my heart. I dive deeper, tasting the strange heat of his neck. He moans gently and I can barely hear him over the howling of the wind and the blood rushing in my ears.
I push him back on the bed, pulling his t-shirt up, and looking up into his eyes. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt him. He smiles just a little, and the rest of the world can go fuck them-selves, I have my Sammy. That’s all I need. I smile back and kiss his chest.
The skin is soft and velvety. My fingers slide over it and it’s as if I’m touching pure fire. He melts me. I learn him by touch in the dark. The soft places, the hard ones. The bone and meat, the fragile cartilage. That’s my blood pumping through his veins. Half father, half mother and all me. I can’t get enough.
He’s my brother. He’s a man. I should be repulsed, but I guess something broke in me long ago and I don’t care. Instead I kiss him harder to erase the worrisome thoughts. I kiss him down to the soft curls, licking him gently as he writhes on the bed sheets, clutching at the discarded comforter.
It’s as if I’m holding his heart in my hands, a fluttering velvety thing. It burns my fingers and my lips as I slowly take him in my mouth. I hear his gasp above me and moan softly. I look up and his eyes are tightly shut. His teeth bared and he’s bighting his lips. I slip him out of my mouth, rubbing my cheek against him.
His stomach muscles quiver and I know he’s close. It’s easy enough to push him over the edge as he arches off the bed, calling out my name.
“God, Dean…” It’s soft and whispered sob and it races through my body like a heat wave.
He breathers fast, catching his breath, his eyes are wide and I remember far too late just how young he is. Suddenly I hate myself.
He pulls me tight against him and I’m hard against his thigh. All sweetness and light. His tears are long dry by now.
“Dean?” he asks, and I’ll never know how he can pour so much in to just a name. He’s full of apprehension and nervousness and despite how much I’m trembling inside. I smile at him.
His light touch stings against my abdomen and when he takes me in his hand, I want to cry. He’s soft and loving and I wonder if that’s how he made love to Jess, abruptly I feel as if I’m invading something private just thinking like that. I try to relax and stop thinking all together.
Sam’s kisses ignite me. Kindling my passion and driving me higher and higher.
And finally…finally…I let it all go.
Sam will leave soon. No doubt about that. And he deserves that. A real life. A real home. But I will have this for eternity. This moment, this flash in time so I will never be cold again.
The End