SPN: When I Think About You
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: John
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Incest, masturbation, voyeurism
Rating: NC17
Summary: He knows Sam's there. For![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
He couldn't not know, with all the instincts Dad and danger have trained into him. It's not the first time. Dean's never been all that concerned about personal privacy, sometimes he doesn't quite shut the door behind him. Now he does that on purpose, so Sam can come and watch him, steam from the shower swirling around him, sweat and water glistening on his skin, his hand on his cock.
He tries to imagine Sam, even though he never turns to look. Hand cupped over his cock, through his pants. Squeezing. Mouth falling slightly open, eyes fixed on Dean... Dean feels that gaze like a physical touch, when he first senses Sam there looking at him again he gasps, his cock jerking. It heats him all over, burning under his skin.
It's good, having Sammy look at him, and that probably makes it wrong. Dean can't find it in himself to care. He closes his eyes, rests his forehead against the tile; jerks himself off, nice and slow, firm. The way Sam would touch him. Maybe. He thinks about slicking his fingers up, fingering himself open, tries to imagine Sam giving up and coming in, pushing him against the cool tile and shoving into him, getting in deep, piercing him to the core with how good it would be.
His mouth forms the shape of Sam's name, but he doesn't say it, he lets it go on a gasp as he strokes himself faster, firmer. He imagines Sam's mouth against his ear, filthy-hot suggestion, cajoling, soothing. His goddamn legs are shaking, and he wants...
He hears Sam's intake of breath, something that might be a moan, and how's he supposed to last after that? He comes, he comes so hard, eyes closed tightly and his body arched like an offering.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: John
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Incest, masturbation, voyeurism
Rating: NC17
Summary: He knows Sam's there. For
drabble123.Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
He couldn't not know, with all the instincts Dad and danger have trained into him. It's not the first time. Dean's never been all that concerned about personal privacy, sometimes he doesn't quite shut the door behind him. Now he does that on purpose, so Sam can come and watch him, steam from the shower swirling around him, sweat and water glistening on his skin, his hand on his cock.
He tries to imagine Sam, even though he never turns to look. Hand cupped over his cock, through his pants. Squeezing. Mouth falling slightly open, eyes fixed on Dean... Dean feels that gaze like a physical touch, when he first senses Sam there looking at him again he gasps, his cock jerking. It heats him all over, burning under his skin.
It's good, having Sammy look at him, and that probably makes it wrong. Dean can't find it in himself to care. He closes his eyes, rests his forehead against the tile; jerks himself off, nice and slow, firm. The way Sam would touch him. Maybe. He thinks about slicking his fingers up, fingering himself open, tries to imagine Sam giving up and coming in, pushing him against the cool tile and shoving into him, getting in deep, piercing him to the core with how good it would be.
His mouth forms the shape of Sam's name, but he doesn't say it, he lets it go on a gasp as he strokes himself faster, firmer. He imagines Sam's mouth against his ear, filthy-hot suggestion, cajoling, soothing. His goddamn legs are shaking, and he wants...
He hears Sam's intake of breath, something that might be a moan, and how's he supposed to last after that? He comes, he comes so hard, eyes closed tightly and his body arched like an offering.