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citrusjava) wrote2013-11-09 02:16 pm
citrusjava) wrote2013-11-09 02:16 pm
FIC (of sorts): Butt Sniffing. Dean/Sam, maybe light R, crack, spoilers for 905.
Title: Butt Sniffing
Author: citrusjava
Pairing: Dean/Sam, a friend
Rating: light R, mostly for concepts
Words: 677
Warnings: crack, unbetaed, bestiality undertones, a certain amount of voyeurism and a tiny dash of somnophelia. To me it is fandom equivalent of Texts from Last Night. It's really not well written, posted mostly cause it amuses me.
Notes: This is crack, inspired by a crack episode, and revolving around a crack. Read at your own peril.
It was written after a very long while without sleep, with the friendly intention of providing porn. There is no porn. It's dedicated to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
applegeuse, who deserves better.
Disclaimer: This is fan fiction. Barely.
Summary: Butt sniffing, a revelation, and advice from a friend.
Sam woke up that morning to a cold nose pressing against his back. He yelped and pulled away, thick nails leaving scratch marks on his skin.
Dean and his dog were in animated conversation. "Of course he smells good, he's Sam!" Dean exclaimed. Sam groaned, unbelieving.
"Dean, why don't you take your little friend out for-" he began, but Dean was too focused, on something Sam couldn't see. He sniffed between Sam's legs, nostrils puffing ticklish little thrills up Sam's thighs. Rubbed his nose further and further up, fast little searching movements, breath puffing out against Sam's skin, each hair vibrating.
"Dean!" Sam yelped as Dean got closer to the line of his boxers. He couldn't turn over, for reasons that would have become very obvious, and it was hard - heh - to fend off Dean without facing him. It was bad enough to be turned on by his brother. He seriously didn't need the extra bit of horror, of liking Dean as a dog.
Dean abandoned his meticulous trail and just planted his face between Sam's ass cheeks. Sam's cock twitched. Dean kept sniffing enthusiastically and - was he drooling? Sam felt Dean's warm breaths through the fabric of his shorts, punctuated with quick cold little breaths.
Dean moved away, and Sam whimpered, even as he slumped down with relief.
Dean wasn't paying attention to him. "You got it!" Dean's voice was full of wonder. "He does want it!" he told the dog. "You want this!" he turned to Sam, almost accusing.
Of course. Fifteen years of Dean being happily oblivious, amazingly oblivious, for someone who caught every waver in Sam's voice - and this stupid spell is what would tip him off. Of course.
Sam passed a nervous hand through his sleep-mussed hair, smoothing it down with more violence than necessary. He thought about the day he'll have to go through this conversation so many time, the day Dean was going to find out. He always figured denying everything would work, not because Dean would believe him, but because by the time Dean would be certain he was right, he'd also remember they don't talk about things.
He didn't expect Dean to have a way to be certain, didn't expect to have to go through the conversation still shivery and knowing what Dean's nose felt like against his thighs, and certainly did not expect Dean to have a friend there for guidance and a second opinion.
"Yeah, Dean, there's nothing I want more than to be woken up before dawn. Hey, sorry , Dean, no dogs in bed, So, you two -"
The dog made a quiet sound, and Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sorry about him. He's always like that". He turned back to Sam, tapped on his lower back. "Sammy, the Colonel says you're a little bitch".
Sam could hear the happy smirk in Dean's voice, pleased with his wonderful joke.
"He says I should tell you it's ok, he had sex with his sister once and it was awesome".
Sam groaned and let's his head fall back into the warm puffiness on the motel pillow.
Dean took that as an invitation, and resumed his sniffing, hands hooking into the waistband of Sam's shorts.
Sam whimpered, lust zooming through him as he pulled away. "Dean!" This time Sam did turn around. Dean eyed him curiously, and - oh - oh! - gave him his flirtly little head tilt, Dean's idea of coy. Just like the Colonel's head tilt. And Dean always said Sam was the one who used puppy dog eyes.
"Do you think we'll stick to each other?" Deans eyebrows wriggle. "There was this porno-"
The dog barked, and Dean's eyebrows dipped. "Hey. It's an artform".
The dog growled softly.
Dean looks annoyed. "Well, I don't care if it's an appropriation of your people's ways, dude.It's hot!"
The dogs' ears folded against his head.
Dean shook his head, grimacing. "I - OK! You're a marginalized group! Sheesh, OK, I'm sorry. Now Can I get some privacy while I fuck my brother?"
Author: citrusjava
Pairing: Dean/Sam, a friend
Rating: light R, mostly for concepts
Words: 677
Warnings: crack, unbetaed, bestiality undertones, a certain amount of voyeurism and a tiny dash of somnophelia. To me it is fandom equivalent of Texts from Last Night. It's really not well written, posted mostly cause it amuses me.
Notes: This is crack, inspired by a crack episode, and revolving around a crack. Read at your own peril.
It was written after a very long while without sleep, with the friendly intention of providing porn. There is no porn. It's dedicated to the wonderful
applegeuse, who deserves better. Disclaimer: This is fan fiction. Barely.
Summary: Butt sniffing, a revelation, and advice from a friend.
Sam woke up that morning to a cold nose pressing against his back. He yelped and pulled away, thick nails leaving scratch marks on his skin.
Dean and his dog were in animated conversation. "Of course he smells good, he's Sam!" Dean exclaimed. Sam groaned, unbelieving.
"Dean, why don't you take your little friend out for-" he began, but Dean was too focused, on something Sam couldn't see. He sniffed between Sam's legs, nostrils puffing ticklish little thrills up Sam's thighs. Rubbed his nose further and further up, fast little searching movements, breath puffing out against Sam's skin, each hair vibrating.
"Dean!" Sam yelped as Dean got closer to the line of his boxers. He couldn't turn over, for reasons that would have become very obvious, and it was hard - heh - to fend off Dean without facing him. It was bad enough to be turned on by his brother. He seriously didn't need the extra bit of horror, of liking Dean as a dog.
Dean abandoned his meticulous trail and just planted his face between Sam's ass cheeks. Sam's cock twitched. Dean kept sniffing enthusiastically and - was he drooling? Sam felt Dean's warm breaths through the fabric of his shorts, punctuated with quick cold little breaths.
Dean moved away, and Sam whimpered, even as he slumped down with relief.
Dean wasn't paying attention to him. "You got it!" Dean's voice was full of wonder. "He does want it!" he told the dog. "You want this!" he turned to Sam, almost accusing.
Of course. Fifteen years of Dean being happily oblivious, amazingly oblivious, for someone who caught every waver in Sam's voice - and this stupid spell is what would tip him off. Of course.
Sam passed a nervous hand through his sleep-mussed hair, smoothing it down with more violence than necessary. He thought about the day he'll have to go through this conversation so many time, the day Dean was going to find out. He always figured denying everything would work, not because Dean would believe him, but because by the time Dean would be certain he was right, he'd also remember they don't talk about things.
He didn't expect Dean to have a way to be certain, didn't expect to have to go through the conversation still shivery and knowing what Dean's nose felt like against his thighs, and certainly did not expect Dean to have a friend there for guidance and a second opinion.
"Yeah, Dean, there's nothing I want more than to be woken up before dawn. Hey, sorry , Dean, no dogs in bed, So, you two -"
The dog made a quiet sound, and Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sorry about him. He's always like that". He turned back to Sam, tapped on his lower back. "Sammy, the Colonel says you're a little bitch".
Sam could hear the happy smirk in Dean's voice, pleased with his wonderful joke.
"He says I should tell you it's ok, he had sex with his sister once and it was awesome".
Sam groaned and let's his head fall back into the warm puffiness on the motel pillow.
Dean took that as an invitation, and resumed his sniffing, hands hooking into the waistband of Sam's shorts.
Sam whimpered, lust zooming through him as he pulled away. "Dean!" This time Sam did turn around. Dean eyed him curiously, and - oh - oh! - gave him his flirtly little head tilt, Dean's idea of coy. Just like the Colonel's head tilt. And Dean always said Sam was the one who used puppy dog eyes.
"Do you think we'll stick to each other?" Deans eyebrows wriggle. "There was this porno-"
The dog barked, and Dean's eyebrows dipped. "Hey. It's an artform".
The dog growled softly.
Dean looks annoyed. "Well, I don't care if it's an appropriation of your people's ways, dude.It's hot!"
The dogs' ears folded against his head.
Dean shook his head, grimacing. "I - OK! You're a marginalized group! Sheesh, OK, I'm sorry. Now Can I get some privacy while I fuck my brother?"