Disclaimer: Don't own.
Title: Seduction
Rating: T
Summary: Dean is devious. Sam is seduced. Dean/Sam
Author's Note: Sorry, been a few days. Here's to our beautiful couple.
"Dean, jesus Christ!" Sam yelped, trying to wiggle backwards into the headboard.
Dean glanced up from his inspection, dripping, oily hands smoothing downwards. "What, this too hard for you?" The charming, smarmy, fucking orgasmic smirk leered across his porn lips. "You could help me out a little… you know, give me a hand?"
Sam stared. And groaned. His head bashed back against the pastel flowered wall. "This is why everyone thinks we're gay, Dean." Internally he added, That's why I think I'm gay… and into incest.
The smirk faded, replaced by the "Fuck Me" eyes, "What?" Dean pouted. Pouted, and Sam couldn't take it anymore.
"That. That right there, you JERK!" Dean blinked. He glanced down at his gun, unassembled and ready for oiling on the table. Sam heaved, "You keep being intrusively suggestive! Oil and 'is this too hard' and 'give me a hand'. For Fuck's sake, Dean. I've got a libido! You can't do things like this and not expect me to get…" He trailed off, suddenly horrified. Dean stared, face blank.
And Sam had basically just said he wouldn't mind if they had sex.
"Well then," Dean murmured, setting down the oil and standing up, "I'm glad you finally got the message. Trying to be all subliminal and shit was getting kinda annoying." He crawled onto the bed, oil smearing all over the rough bedspread.
Sam stared and tried to speak, "Wha—" And Dean shut him up.