Imagine Sam perturbed at his brother's suggestion that once again he cut his hair. You make him feel better about it.
I do not own the SPN universe, I just like to take them out to play
You walked into the motel room loaded down with coffee cups and a box of donuts. This morning paper held underneath your arm. You lay the stuff on the small table and smiled over at Sam Winchester, your sort of maybe boyfriend, hunting partner.
"Aw, nuts. You already showered, and I missed it?" you whined.
He smiled brightly, always a morning person. "I'm sorry sweetness, I'll make it up to you later, I promise."
You smiled and brought him a cup of coffee where he sat on the end of the bed, tying his boot.
You could hear the water running and loud singing coming from the small bathroom and knew that Dean was in there.
"You missed my daily hair tips from Dean session," he said as he took a sip of the hot drink.
"Oh let me guess," you said turning on your Dean voice. "Sammy, I swear to God, five minutes with the clippers and you'll be a new man."
He laughed. "You get better at imitating him every day," he said.
"Don't worry about Dean, he just doesn't understand," you said. Sam raised his eyebrows, as you took his cup of coffee back and sat it on the table.
You walked back over and straddled his waist and his hands immediately ran behind you to support you.
You kissed his lips lightly as you ran your hand through his hair causing his eyes to close.
"He doesn't know how you close your eyes so sweetly when I put my fingers through your hair," you said kissing him on the neck. Sam moaned just a little.
"He doesn't know what it feels like when your hair hangs down and dances across my nipples when we make love," she said now sucking on his neck just a little.
Sam's hands began rubbing hard circles into your back.
"Mmm," Sam hummed happily.
"He doesn't know how much you like to feel your hair dry in the wind, or how soft it is afterwards," you said as you scratched gently into the hair at the back of his head.
You could feel him start to get hard underneath you and you moved just a little to give him some friction.
He hissed and pulled you closer to himself.
"He doesn't know what it does to women when you are asking questions and swing that hair out of your face," she said. "And they don't know how badly I want to punch them in their stupid faces when it does."
He smiled. "Jealous," he asked.
"You're goddamn right I am," you said as you went back to his throat. "You're mine," you said rubbing yourself against him again.
"Oh," he moaned out, "yes ma'am, I'm yours."
Your hands began to unbutton his soft flannel shirt.
"I just got dressed, YN," he whispered not trying to stop you.
"So?" you asked and he laughed low in his chest.
You tugged his white t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans and ran your hands up his firm stomach. He shivered.
Your hands stopped on his nipples and ghosted up and down them making them form hard peaks. He loved that.
His breathing got harder and he began to press you into himself more. You pushed him down on the bed.
You rubbed your hips over his growing erection and watched his hand raise up above his head. His body squirmed wanting more but torn between the need to start his day.
"You want me to stop?" you asked.
"Oh God no," he moaned out.
You unbuttoned his jeans and slid your hands in, pleased that he had skipped underwear today. You freed his hard member and pulled the duvet over the two of you.
You gave him two quick strokes which caused him to pump up against you before you went back up to his head.
He opened his eyes a little, so much want there it made you hurt. You leaned in and kissed his lips tenderly before grabbing a handful of that luxurious mane.
"He doesn't know what happens when I grab a handful of your hair and pull," you smile out.
"Fuck! Oh, God!," he says as he sits up and throws you down on the bed.
"Jesus Christ, YN. You're gonna kill me," he gasps out as he reaches down into your jeans and cups you. You fight with your jeans to get them down.
"We need to hurry," you whisper. \
"Uh-unh, he'll wait," he growled into your ear as he sucked hard on your throat leaving his mark for the whole world to see. You panted hard.
"Touch me again," he commanded and you obeyed.
He placed himself between your legs and thrust up into you.
"You're so wet for me, YN. Fuck," he said as he began to slowly enter you.
"Don't be gentle, Sam. Fuck me right," you cried out.
"I thought you would never ask," he said as he began pushing into you hard and fast. You were getting dizzy.
You could feel him begin to shake and you knew what he needed. You laced your hands into the longest part of his head and pulled him down to your mouth by the long strands.
He grunted out. "Fuck!" he said as he gave one last thrust and moaned out, shaking.
He collapsed onto your chest and you both took a moment to calm yourselves. Then he stood up and straightened his clothes.
You pulled the covers back up, not really making the bed but straightening it slightly.
You both looked up shocked when Dean walked out of the bathroom fully dressed.
"Oh don't give me that look, I'm not a moron," he said before smirking. He looked over to the table at the coffee and donuts.
"First of all, the coffee got cold while you kids were….making the bed," he said sarcastically.
"Secondly, I do know that Tarzan likes his hair pulled, neither of you is as quiet as you think you are," he said, trying and then spitting out the cold coffee.
"I'm going to the cafe around the corner. When you two get done, doing each other's hair, why don't you join me?" he finished as he grabbed the keys to the Impala and bid them goodbye.
The two of you sat in silence on the end of the bed but erupted into a fit of laughter as the door closed.
"Are you hungry, Tarzan?" you asked.
"In a minute," he said as he pulled you back to him and captured your lips in his. You gently ran your hand up his neck and into his locks.
"YN," he warned. Your lips turned up into a devilish smile. Breakfast could wait.
A/N: I love long haired men, as long as they still look like men. How much fun would it be to run your hands through Sam's hair? Or other places. Reviews are love. M2L.