Snippet - "Who's a spoilsport now?"
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Characters: Dean, Sam
"I thought we were gonna head back to the motel," Dean says, quietly, evenly. Like he has to make an effort to get the words out.
"Who's a spoilsport now?"
"You're the one who said we wouldn't stay out long."
Sam shrugs. "Well. I thought maybe you could hustle some pool. Get us some spending money. Or I could, if you're not feeling up to it. If you've got too much on your mind."
"I can do it," Dean says. Sam's sure that's a blush at the unnecessary reminder, even though this is Dean, who is normally pretty unflappable. At least when it comes to this. He grins.
"Just don't drink too much more," he says, and it sounds like a request, but it's not. It's an order. "I want you to be able to get it up, later."
"Fuck you, man," Dean says, standing up, and Sam watches the little hitch of his movement, the hesitation. The way Dean's eyes flicker, like he wants to close them. He watches the movement of Dean's throat as he swallows, the way he bites down on his lip for that split second.
"Actually, it's my turn to fuck you."
Dean looks away. "Yeah, whatever."
Sam settles back, grinning, watching Dean. He can wait.
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kink_bigbangQuality: Barely checked
Characters: Dean, Sam
"I thought we were gonna head back to the motel," Dean says, quietly, evenly. Like he has to make an effort to get the words out.
"Who's a spoilsport now?"
"You're the one who said we wouldn't stay out long."
Sam shrugs. "Well. I thought maybe you could hustle some pool. Get us some spending money. Or I could, if you're not feeling up to it. If you've got too much on your mind."
"I can do it," Dean says. Sam's sure that's a blush at the unnecessary reminder, even though this is Dean, who is normally pretty unflappable. At least when it comes to this. He grins.
"Just don't drink too much more," he says, and it sounds like a request, but it's not. It's an order. "I want you to be able to get it up, later."
"Fuck you, man," Dean says, standing up, and Sam watches the little hitch of his movement, the hesitation. The way Dean's eyes flicker, like he wants to close them. He watches the movement of Dean's throat as he swallows, the way he bites down on his lip for that split second.
"Actually, it's my turn to fuck you."
Dean looks away. "Yeah, whatever."
Sam settles back, grinning, watching Dean. He can wait.
