Title: The Death of a beautiful tape…
Author: Jakisbishlygay
Category: slash
Rating: M+
Prompts used: Prompt 2, Broken Cassette
Spoiler Warnings: Other than Dean's facination with Mullet Rock?
Content Warnings: SLASH, WINCEST, defacement of Metallica
Summary: "Don't even start with me Dean! That tape is all burnt up anyways…"
Orphan Status: please adopt me!
Written for Prompt 1 at spn prompts
Hands roamed freely over hard muscle. Dean gasped as Sam's hands found the hollow of his back, fingers gently massaging the fine peach fuzz that grew there. Leather squeaked as Sam tried to find the perfect advantage on top of his brother, finally settling with the classic straddling technique, one knee squashed between Dean and the backseat of the Impala, the other touching nothing as his weight fell completely on Dean.
They made soft reassuring murmurs of love and lust, with lips that never left the others skin. Dean's strong and nimble fingers tangled in Sam's curly hair to pull him impossibly closer. Hips moved with urgent laziness, trying to find pleasure yet willing to let it draw out forever. Boots left dusty prints the size of Dean's feet on the interior of the door as he gained enough leverage to more effectively meet his brother's shallow thrusts.
Moans filled the small space as both men claimed one another in a tongue-filled kiss. Whispered gasps replaced rugged shouts of release.
Sam, spent, tried in vain to gain enough purchase so he could rise off his brother. Finally settling one foot on the floor, putting all his weight down onto it so he could swing his now numb left knee… there was a crunching sound. Both brothers looked at Sam's ever-so-slowly rising foot.
"Oh crap." Sam nervously bit his lip. Sam began plotting his retorts in his head so as not to seem completely dumbstruck during his brother's soon-to-be tirade of insults and accusations.
"So that's where my Metallica tape went." Said Dean, his voice full of wonder, as if Santa had just come down the chimney and given him what he always wanted.
"Don't even start with me Dean! That tape is all burnt up anyways. It would never play in that piece of shit stereo. You know the one that, oh, CAME WITH THE FUCKING CA…" Sam's defense was soon cut short by hysterical laughter from below him.
"Now Sammy, how the hell do you expect me to get mad over a tape I replaced two months ago? Especially after I just came in my pants…" Dean his last words, whatever they were going to be, soak into Sam's skin as he kissed his neck once more.
"So, now that you're nice and happy, would now be a good time to tell you about that Alice Cooper tape you were looking for this morning?"
"…"
TBC
