#91 - honc

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Re: Sam's birthday

[(Anonymous)]

ayrt

You'd think on Dean's birthday the tables would be turned, but nope.

Re: Sam's birthday

[(Anonymous)]

I want there to be organized spanking attempts on Dean's birthday. Dean would spend the day progressively more and more wild-eyed, trying to keep his back to the wall and with his guard up for the next possible slap. Sam would always look so innocent, too, but it would all be a front because as Dean's eying Sam's hands, keeping them in plain site, he isn't paying attention to what's going on behind him.

Sam doesn't need to do the spanking himself. It's nice and he always appreciates it, but he's happy to work with other people (or demons. or angels. or whatever.) to get the job done if necessary. He always saves the last few for himself though.

Re: Sam's birthday

[(Anonymous)]

ayrt

It starts slow; the waitress in the diner gives him a little pat on the behind as they're leaving, and Dean just thinks damn straight, I've still got it. He's less enthused when the burly man at the gas station slaps his ass, but he's aware of his charms, so shrugs it off and resists the urge to rub at the sting.

By dinnertime, Dean's completely paranoid and his ass is burning. Sam acts like nothing is out of the ordinary, so Dean doesn't say anything, just eases himself down into the booth a little more carefully than usual and tells himself it's just his imagination that Sam is watching him more closely than usual.

Re: Sam's birthday

[(Anonymous)]

ayrt

Anon, I love you. <3

Dean keeps shifting on the leather seat as he drives them back to the motel after dinner. Sam keeps sly-casually sneaking glances at him out of the corner of his eye, then darting his gaze away as soon as he notices Dean looking back. A dark, twisty note of suspicion is starting to curdle in his gut when Sam stretches his weirdass long arms out and hooks one of them on the back of the seat so that his warm fingers brush up against the skin of Dean's neck and all thought immediately scatters.

Dean tenses, waiting for Sam to say something, do something, but Sam isn't even looking at him anymore. He's got a small, happy smile quirking at his lips and despite himself, Dean relaxes into it.

Sam's hand stays there for the rest of the ride, occasionally stroking or kneading, ensuring Dean is constantly aware of it. It sends tingles of pleasure down Dean's spine, rushing down to meet up and clash with the flare of fire in Dean's ass in a way that's both confusing and bizarrely hot.

Dean squirms against it once and that's all it takes: Sam's expression is still carefully bland but behind it, Dean can see it turn knowing, can catch the way his eyes flash dark and heated, a hint of teeth showing through.

"You fucker," Dean says, trying to sound pissed off and aware that he's only achieved moderately vexed. "You planned this."

Sam remains modest. "You liked it."

Dean snorts, a noise that almost is shocked into a moan when Sam's fingernails dip down under his shirt collar and back up again, scratching light enough to be a tease and creating goosebumps all across the base of Dean's neck and shoulders.

"Not that we're done yet," Sam goes on, fingers still working in a way that's beautiful and totally unfair. "I haven't had my turn yet."

"I'm going to get you for this," Dean informs his brother, and Sam grins at him, wide and open.

"Maybe," Sam acknowledges, and he doesn't let up with those freaking hands, the pads of his fingers now drumming against the side of Dean's neck while his thumb curls around the other side, a silent and tactile reminder of exactly how huge those hands are. It's a gentle, stingless motion that only serves to make Dean think of the ache in his ass and how good those hands can hurt, how they're going to crash down against every inch of flesh that someone else has touched today and replace the lingering ache from each earlier spank with Sam's own.

"But that'll be tomorrow. Tonight we've got other plans."

And fuck it all, Dean can't find one reason to argue against it.

Re: Sam's birthday

[(Anonymous)]

ayrt

You are the best of nonnies and this is brilliant. ♥ ♥ ♥

I wish I had time to play with Dean's poor sore butt some more (eheh), but I do not, so here, have my adoration.

Re: Sam's birthday

[(Anonymous)]

ayrt

It's all good, I've got to go get stuff for dinner myself. Glad we got to play with Dean's sore butt at least a little! We'll just have to imagine the rest. :D