rivers_bend

merihn wrote a Sam/Dean kissing fic here. flawedamythyst wanted a Dean's POV to it. merihn didn't want to write it, so I asked if I could. I'm supposed to be writing a fic of my own, but the angst was killing me, and I wanted a little diversion. so anyway, here it is.

Sam/Dean. Adult rated for sexual talk. ~950 words.


Sam had been a pissy bitch for weeks, and Dean was getting sick of it. Sure, they were fucking, and it was better than Dean had ever imagined –which, given all he'd imagined over the years was amazing in itself- but it wasn't like they were going steady. Sam'd started to get all grabby-hands and kissy-face in public though, which, just, no.

For one, they were brothers. Not that Dean had ever been all that concerned with fitting in, but on the scale of things he didn't exactly want to get caught doing, that was pretty close to the top. And, ok, it wasn't like they were twins or anything, and if they kept quiet and kept it away from the people that knew them, probably no one would know about the brother thing. But there was also… well… It's not like they were in San Francisco or something. You drive an Impala, listen to metal, have a way with the girls the way Dean did… It kinda ruined a guy's reputation to start sucking face with a dude over the peach cobbler.

Dean tried being extra attentive when they were alone, pushing Sam up against any handy wall, begging Sam to fuck him, even getting up first one morning and going to get the coffee, but that just didn't seem to work. Dean thought it might work if he felt Sam up in the car, and it did, but Sam seemed to take that as license to try and grope Dean's ass when they stopped for gas, so that was out too.

Then Sam stopped moaning when Dean sucked his cock, just lay there like he was watching TV or something. All because Dean didn’t feel like he should have to explain the whole not in San Francisco thing. Hello? It was pretty obvious.

Dean wasn't having it. Because amazing orgasms apart, the look on Sam's face and the noises he made when Dean touched him or kissed him, were the best thing about the whole fucking his brother thing. There had to be something Dean could do.

*****

The diner was off the beaten track, but crowded, probably because the food was really good. Sam was doing the sulking thing while he ate, so Dean figured he would take a look through Dad's journal, see if he could find the list of symbols he'd remembered seeing a few months back. Dad was meticulous about writing shit down, but the book wasn't exactly indexed and cross referenced.

A squeal from Sam's chair made Dean look up. As if he didn’t take up enough space just sitting there, the boy had decided to sprawl. And damn, if he didn't look good enough to eat. He had to be doing it on purpose, no one could look that good without trying. Dean felt himself licking his lips as though they were back in their room, no one watching, and Dean could do whatever he wanted.

Which made him wonder what he was really worried about. Really, if you thought about it, he could do whatever he wanted right here. What the hell did he care about a bunch of folks from… Where the hell even were they? Added bonus? It would make Sam's day, and he'd maybe stop being Mr Emo. Not that he needed to rush into anything. Dean was pretty much a jump in with both feet kind of guy, but some things were worth anticipating a little. Besides. It would never do to let Sam think he was irresistible.

Dean went back to the journal for a while as Sam pretended to ignore him, staring out the window at the clouds or something. He could feel Sam's eyes flitting to his lips, so he made sure to shape the words with his mouth, knowing Sam wouldn’t be able to help thinking about what other uses Dean could put it to. After a few minutes, Sam turned even further and pointedly kept his gaze from Dean. The sun coming in on the stretch of his neck drove away all Dean's ability to read, and he started saying things like, 'I'm going to take you back to the room and pull all your clothes off and then I'm going to hold you down and lick you everywhere until you're begging me to fuck you,' instead of whatever crap about church hauntings he had been looking at. Sam didn't even notice.

Dean knew a sure-fire way to get his attention though.

He didn't mean for his chair to make that noise, but Sam continued to ignore him, so Dean still had the element of surprise. Sam's pose made his lap a perfect target for Dean's ass. Relishing the look of surprise on his brother's face, Dean shimmied his hips forwards 'til he could feel Sam's cock against his fly. Dean could feel eyes on the back of his neck, but he pretended he and Sam were the only two in the room, cupping Sam's face and kissing him.

Maybe the whole doing it with the lights out thing was overrated. Because this? Was hot. Sam had some kind of buzzing energy going on that was different from even the times when he'd moan Dean's name and clench his fingers so tight around Dean's shoulders he left bruises. When Dean started to wonder just how long they'd have to sit in jail if he put a hand in Sam's jeans and pulled him off right here in the diner, and if it would be worth it, he figured it was time to stop. He'd proved his point, anyway.

Sam didn't say a word, but he could hardly walk as he headed for the bathroom.