The Busmall [Supernatural, Sam/Dean, OT]
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kinkfestTitle: The Busmall
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sumthinlikhuman
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: OT
Warnings: incest, eluded slash, mostly dialog, underage, VERY public
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam/Dean: clothes still on, kissing and frottage to climax in a public place porn – “Just tell ‘em you leaned against the sink, Sammy.”
Summary: The Impala is in the shop.
Notes: I had an idea about having them in a bathroom at a movie theater, but that one was being a bitch. And then THIS happened, so I will deal, because I like this one better anyway.
And somehow, I’m a complete doofus. BUT IT’S ONLY HALF-PAST MIDNIGHT, SO I’M SAYING IT’S STILL THE THIRD *stiff lip!*
The Impala is in the shop.
“What do you mean in the shop? Dean, you haven’t trusted another person’s hands on that thing since Dad gave it to you. You don’t like me to touch the dashboard and I’m you’re brother—”
“I know, Sammy, I know. I’m not happy about it either. But with Dad doing shit around town, and with Bobby not talking to us—well, it’s something I can’t figure out ‘s wrong with her, and I’d rather our only good car didn’t crap out on us, right? So chum up and get friendly with the hobos at the bus station, bitch.”
“Jerk.”
The Impala is in the shop, and this is not the first time Sam has worried about public indecencies where his brother’s concerned.
“C’mon, Sammy. Just for a minute. I swear, man, I’m gonna pop here—”
“I’m not your damn blow-up doll, Dean. If you’re that desperate for a lay, go talk to the nice girl who hangs out panhandling outside the library on Wednesdays.”
“It won’t take a minute. C’mon, don’t be such a pussy. God, what’s wrong with you, do you not ever get boners or something?”
“Dean—Dean, don’t do that!”
“Nobody’s gonna look if you just keep your mouth shut. C’mon. Nobody knows us ‘round here, right, so it’s not like anybody knows anything about us. We’re just a couple of guys standing in the back of a bus in San Fran. Perfectly normal.”
“Dean, what’re you—ah, shit. Ah, Christ, seriously? Are you serious? You’re kidding me, right? You’ve got to be—mmph.”
The Impala is in the shop and Sam is sure there are eyes on the back of his neck, staring at his brother’s fingers tangled up in his hair.
“Fuck, Sammy, yeah, just keep doing that.”
“If we get arrested—”
“We won’t get arrested, are you kidding me? Mm, do that again. C’mon, do it again, Sammy.”
“—If we get arrested, you get to explain this to Dad.”
“Dude. Kill-joy much?”
“I’m serious. Uhn, don’t do that, I’m—aah. Dean. Dean, damnit, I’m being serio-aah. Aw, man, you suck.”
“I know I do. But not right now. Back at the apartment.”
“God, I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I—did I say stop?”
The Impala is in the shop and Sam knows that Dean is going to be the death of him, but he really doesn’t care.
“Yeah, yeah. Like that. C’mon, please. Please, Dean, just—yeah, yeah, God, yeah.”
“Fuck, I love it when you do that.”
“Oh, no, don’t talk about it. Just—yeah. Yeah, okay. Ah, damnit.”
“Relax, Sammy. I gotcha. I’m here. Treat you nice, right? It’s all good. Just relax. Focus on me.”
“Jerk. Jerk, God, I hate you—oh, yeah, do that—aah, aah, yeah.”
“Shush, c’mon, people are gonna start looking again.”
“So shut me up—mmph. Mm. Mmm.”
The Impala is in the shop and Sam is almost positive some tourist just took a picture of him.
He hates California.
Dean laughs as they get off the bus at the stop up the street from where they’re supposed to meet their father, and Sam scrambles after him, holding his sweatshirt in front of him and blushing like he’s six rather than sixteen.
“Just tell ‘im you leaned against a sink, Sammy.”
“I hate you!”
Author:
sumthinlikhumanPairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: OT
Warnings: incest, eluded slash, mostly dialog, underage, VERY public
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam/Dean: clothes still on, kissing and frottage to climax in a public place porn – “Just tell ‘em you leaned against the sink, Sammy.”
Summary: The Impala is in the shop.
Notes: I had an idea about having them in a bathroom at a movie theater, but that one was being a bitch. And then THIS happened, so I will deal, because I like this one better anyway.
And somehow, I’m a complete doofus. BUT IT’S ONLY HALF-PAST MIDNIGHT, SO I’M SAYING IT’S STILL THE THIRD *stiff lip!*
The Impala is in the shop.
“What do you mean in the shop? Dean, you haven’t trusted another person’s hands on that thing since Dad gave it to you. You don’t like me to touch the dashboard and I’m you’re brother—”
“I know, Sammy, I know. I’m not happy about it either. But with Dad doing shit around town, and with Bobby not talking to us—well, it’s something I can’t figure out ‘s wrong with her, and I’d rather our only good car didn’t crap out on us, right? So chum up and get friendly with the hobos at the bus station, bitch.”
“Jerk.”
The Impala is in the shop, and this is not the first time Sam has worried about public indecencies where his brother’s concerned.
“C’mon, Sammy. Just for a minute. I swear, man, I’m gonna pop here—”
“I’m not your damn blow-up doll, Dean. If you’re that desperate for a lay, go talk to the nice girl who hangs out panhandling outside the library on Wednesdays.”
“It won’t take a minute. C’mon, don’t be such a pussy. God, what’s wrong with you, do you not ever get boners or something?”
“Dean—Dean, don’t do that!”
“Nobody’s gonna look if you just keep your mouth shut. C’mon. Nobody knows us ‘round here, right, so it’s not like anybody knows anything about us. We’re just a couple of guys standing in the back of a bus in San Fran. Perfectly normal.”
“Dean, what’re you—ah, shit. Ah, Christ, seriously? Are you serious? You’re kidding me, right? You’ve got to be—mmph.”
The Impala is in the shop and Sam is sure there are eyes on the back of his neck, staring at his brother’s fingers tangled up in his hair.
“Fuck, Sammy, yeah, just keep doing that.”
“If we get arrested—”
“We won’t get arrested, are you kidding me? Mm, do that again. C’mon, do it again, Sammy.”
“—If we get arrested, you get to explain this to Dad.”
“Dude. Kill-joy much?”
“I’m serious. Uhn, don’t do that, I’m—aah. Dean. Dean, damnit, I’m being serio-aah. Aw, man, you suck.”
“I know I do. But not right now. Back at the apartment.”
“God, I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I—did I say stop?”
The Impala is in the shop and Sam knows that Dean is going to be the death of him, but he really doesn’t care.
“Yeah, yeah. Like that. C’mon, please. Please, Dean, just—yeah, yeah, God, yeah.”
“Fuck, I love it when you do that.”
“Oh, no, don’t talk about it. Just—yeah. Yeah, okay. Ah, damnit.”
“Relax, Sammy. I gotcha. I’m here. Treat you nice, right? It’s all good. Just relax. Focus on me.”
“Jerk. Jerk, God, I hate you—oh, yeah, do that—aah, aah, yeah.”
“Shush, c’mon, people are gonna start looking again.”
“So shut me up—mmph. Mm. Mmm.”
The Impala is in the shop and Sam is almost positive some tourist just took a picture of him.
He hates California.
Dean laughs as they get off the bus at the stop up the street from where they’re supposed to meet their father, and Sam scrambles after him, holding his sweatshirt in front of him and blushing like he’s six rather than sixteen.
“Just tell ‘im you leaned against a sink, Sammy.”
“I hate you!”
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