Lookin' At Me, Lookin' At You (Sam/Dean)
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runedgirlTitle: Lookin’ At Me Lookin’ At You
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Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word count: 3000
Summary: A gift foramypond45 for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spnspringfling. Rowena gifts the Winchesters with a body swap, which gets them looking at each other in a whole new way…
Rowena laughed as she finished reciting the spell, leaving the Winchesters sprawled on the floor.
"Don’t fret boys, it’s only a wee bit of a change – and only until daybreak. Just need something to keep your mind off what I’m doing and where I’m going for a while, then it’ll all be back to normal. Or what passes for normal for you two.”
The door slammed and Dean shook his head, trying to clear it. He batted at whatever had landed on his head and was obscuring his vision, but the soft strands of material still hung in his eyes.
“Damn it, get off!” He pulled at the offending thing and then yelped when his scalp burned painfully. “What the hell?”
Dean tugged more gently, then ran his hand up over the top of his head, through the long strands of hair.
“What the hell?” he said again, and then looked over to where Sam had landed a few feet away. Except that wasn’t Sam anymore – it was….it was him!
“Oh my god,” Sam said with Dean’s voice.
“Oh my god,” Dean repeated, trying in vain to push Sam’s long hair out of his face.
“ROWENA!” they yelled in unison, but the witch was long gone.
Dean went to stand and nearly fell as he misjudged how much leg he had to get underneath him in order to manage it, and Sam snorted. He took Dean’s struggle as a cautionary tale and unfolded himself gracefully. Once he was on his feet, he grimaced when he had to look up to meet Dean’s eyes.
A strange and unexpected frisson of heat ran through Dean as Sam raised his head to look at him and then pursed his – Dean’s – lips. He huffed a very Sam-like noise of displeasure before turning away and crossing the room to open the door and something about that made Dean feel a little less freaked out. Sam was still there all right, even if he didn’t look like himself right now.
“I really do have a great ass,” Dean said, admiring the view as Sam walked away.
Sam made sure Rowena really was out of sight and then turned back to his brother.
“Really, Dean? That’s what you’re gonna do with this curse – check yourself out?”
Dean shrugged, unrepentant.
“Like she said, it’s only for a little while. Might as well take advantage.”
Sam rolled his eyes the same way he always did, they were just green instead of the kaleidoscope of colors Dean loved to see.
“Let’s get back to the bunker,” Sam said, retrieving his backpack from where it had landed. Dean did the same, then followed his brother to the Impala.
“I know you’re looking at your own ass again,” Sam accused, and Dean just shrugged. And kept staring.
“I’m sure you wanna do the same thing,” Dean said as they got in the car. She took off like a bat out of hell when he pressed on the gas the same way he always did – with four more inches of leg.
“Jesuschrist Dean, take it easy!” Sam growled, and once again Dean flushed warm at the commanding tone his little brother was taking and the deepness of his voice. Dean’s voice…and yet, it was so clearly Sam...a very….commanding… Sam...
Dean shook his head, trying not to think so hard. Everything was weird and his thoughts were as messed up as his body was right now. He was careful not to give his Baby too much gas as they drove back to the bunker, and careful not to bump his head when he climbed out either.
Sam gestured for him to go in first, cocking one eyebrow like he was daring Dean to do it. The expression made him look like a total asshole, and Dean wondered how often people thought that about him.
“I knew you wanted to check out your own ass,” he said as soon as Sam was behind him.
He swaggered a little so Sam could fully appreciate the view, swaying his hips as he walked across the garage. Sam had a great ass, pert and rounded and always looking like it needed a slap; he was a great big brother to show it off like this.
When he got to the door, Dean paused and looked at Sam over his shoulder with a smirk. “Like what you see? Pretty great butt, huh?”
Sam just stood there with his mouth open a little, and Dean realized with some alarm that Sam was blushing. His cheeks pinked and then even the tips of his ears went red. Damn, did that happen to him so obviously all the time when that was his face?
“Um yeah,” Sam said, practically stammering, and Dean could see all the freckles standing out on his cheeks. Dean should make a joke, up the embarrassment quotient for his little brother, but instead he just turned and went inside. Had he really just told Sam that he had a great ass?
It was enough of an oversight to make Dean suggest that they just turn in early and call it a night. He didn’t want Sam to clue in to all the other things Dean thought about him that he shouldn’t, or to how many times Dean himself had admired Sam’s ass…and shoulders…and flat stomach and strong thighs and those little moles just below the small of his back…
Fuck. Dean shut his bedroom door and shook his head, trying to talk himself out of what he was thinking.
Even as he repeated <i>don’t do it don’t do it</i>, he was sliding a hand beneath the waistband of his jeans, shivering as his fingers encountered the wiry trail of hair beneath Sam’s navel. Just that simple touch made Sam’s dick start to harden, and Dean groaned, resolve weakening.
Just this once just this once, I have to get undressed to go to bed anyway, just this once, and his fingers were on the buttons of Sam’s overshirt, shrugging it off and then peeling the tee shirt over his head. He stood in front of the small mirror above his bureau as he ran his hands over Sam’s shoulders and down over his biceps, the muscle bunching under Sammy’s soft skin. Dean flexed experimentally, savoring the strength in Sam’s body. He felt hot all over, feverish with a mix of desire and embarrassment, but his hands never stopped roaming over Sam’s goddamn gorgeous body. He skimmed Sam’s dusky brown nipples, flatter than his own, larger. It didn’t give him the burst of arousal that touching his own did, and Dean filed that away in important knowledge that he unfortunately would never need. The hair on Sam’s chest was softer than he expected, and Dean ran his fingers through it, liking the feel.
His restless fingers moved to Sam’s belt then, fumbling to undo the buckle and pop the snap. He swallowed hard as he stared at himself – Sam – in the mirror, those multicolored eyes so dark they looked almost black. The snick of the zipper was loud in the silent room, and Dean suddenly couldn’t keep a slow pace anymore. He pushed Sam’s jeans down over those slim hips and stepped out of them, looking down Sam’s flat belly to where his cock stood up swollen and ready and Jesuschrist so damn big.
It’s not like Dean hadn’t seen it before, in all sorts of states, but if he had caught a glimpse of Sammy when he was hard, he’d looked away so quickly he couldn’t be sure he’d seen it at all. This time there was no one stopping him from staring.
Tentatively, Dean slid his hand down Sam’s stomach and wrapped those long fingers around his dick. The shock of pleasure that ripped through him was so intense he nearly curled over with it, his mouth falling open in a ragged gasp.
Ohgod, he said aloud, trying to stay quiet, ohgod ohshit. He loosened his grip a little – Sam apparently didn’t like it as rough as he did – and stroked up and down a few times, trying to straighten up and breathe through it. The head of Sam’s cock was fat and flared, and crazy sensitive on the underside. Dean panted as he worked his fist up and down, appreciating the heaviness and the width of Sam’s dick that felt so good in his hand. It didn’t take long before he started to get sore though; reluctantly he turned away from the mirror to grab some lube from his nightstand. Sammy didn’t leak profusely like he did apparently, so he slicked himself up and started in again. This time the slide was like heaven. Dean turned back to the mirror to watch Sammy’s face as his arousal grew, studying every detail.
I’m gonna see what he looks like when he comes, Dean thought, and almost did. He swore under his breath and squeezed the base of Sam’s dick to stave it off, wanting to make this last as long as humanly possible. He was panting a little; Sam’s lips were parted, and Dean stuck out his tongue to lick at them. He wished he could know what Sam tasted like, how he kissed. In the mirror, Sam’s pink tongue snaked out and back in again, and Dean shuddered.
He thought about all the things he wished he could do to the real Sam, and all the things he wished Sam could do to him. His hand paused on Sam’s dick and he swallowed hard again, then turned away from the mirror and walked over to his bed.
Just this once, just this once.
His whole body was trembling as he lay down and pulled his legs up, reached down below Sam’s balls and pressed a slick fingertip inside.
Ohgod he said again, and told himself he shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t go any farther. It was like his finger had a mind of its own though, probing deeper, and fuck Sam’s fingers were so long, so talented. He was burning up, lit up from the inside, one hand working Sam’s gorgeous big dick and two fingers slid up inside Sam’s gorgeous ass, fireworks going off all over him as he started to come. He’d wanted to be looking in the mirror when he did, but he could no more stop it than pause a hurricane.
Jesuschrist, he panted when it was over; he was splattered clear up to his chin. Sam must not have cleaned the pipes in forever, he thought, idly running his fingers through the mess. He brought one to his mouth and sucked it eagerly, blushing again at what he was doing, at how far he would go. Sam’s taste, something he should never have known, burst over his tongue. He did it again, and again, trying to memorize it even as he wanted to make himself stop.
The knock on his door startled him so much he full out screamed. That made Sam throw the door open as Dean scrambled to pull the covers out from under him to disguise his nakedness.
Sam’s eyes – his own eyes – went comically wide.
“Did you – are you?” Sam spluttered, a riot of red spreading up his cheeks and down over his throat.
“I –I—“ is all Dean could manage, because he did and he was and there was no denying it.
“Why?” Sam said softly, his voice a gruff whisper. “Why did you do that, why did you want to?”
That’s a weird question, Dean thought, and then he noticed that Sam’s hand was in front of his fly, and that was even weirder. He looked more closely, and he could see the bulge in Sam’s jeans clearly. Sam was…hard?
Later Dean would say that the only reason he didn’t make up some bullshit excuse about being horny or whatever for violating his little brothers’ body was because of the state of Sam’s dick.
“Same reason that you’ve got a hardon right now,” he said instead.
Sam’s hand pressed against his zipper and he made a strangled sort of sound.
“I know I shouldn’t,” Sam said, sounding anguished. “I came down the hall to get my mind off….it….and then I heard you and I just….Dean, this is so wrong…”
Dean stared at Sam – at his own expression. He knew that face, that feeling.
“You can touch my dick if you want, Sam.”
Sam looked up shocked, but Dean just nodded his head in the direction of Sam’s tented jeans.
“If you want,” he said again, and it came out like a question.
Sam still stood rooted to the spot, his hand moving just barely where it pressed against his crotch.
Dean got up and walked over to his brother. Sam’s eyes widened looking at his own naked body, the evidence of Dean’s pleasure.
Dean leaned in to speak against Sam’s ear. “Have you always wanted to know what it feels like to touch my dick, Sammy?”
“Dean,” Sam gasped, but he didn’t move away.
“Because I always wanted to know, and then I had it right here, and I just couldn’t stop myself. You’re so damned gorgeous Sam, I just couldn’t.”
Sam made a low noise, stepped forward a little so Dean’s bare chest bumped up against Sam’s shirt, and Dean slipped his arms around his brother.
“Go ahead if you want,” he urged again, and this time Sam did. With a groan, he made quick work of buckle and zipper and then Dean could feel Sam’s hand working between them.
“Here, let me show you what I like,” Dean said, pulling back just enough to drop to his knees.
“Ohmygod,” Sam swore above him, and he could see his own dick in Sam’s hand jump and blurt out a pearl of liquid.
“Don’t have to be gentle with me, Sammy, I like it a little harder and faster than you do.”
Dean wrapped his hand around Sam’s and stroked along with him, increased the pace and tension until Sam whimpered, his thighs trembling. Dean knew his own tells, knew what Sam was feeling right now. His own cock twitched again, too soon to do anything serious but interested for sure.
“Pinch my nipples,” Dean ordered, “Give ‘em a good tug, I like that.”
“Ohfuck Dean,” Sam growled, hands already sliding up under his shirt to follow Dean’s instructions.
Dean could feel Sam’s cock – his cock – hardening even more, leaking over their joined hands, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
“That’s it Sammy, make it feel good,” he said and then left Sam to it, getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around Sam again.
Sam threw his head back when he came, and Dean leaned in and mouthed along his stubbled jaw as he did, loving the way Sam trembled and the noises he couldn’t quite hold back.
When Sam finally stopped moving his fist, he turned his head and caught Dean’s mouth with his own. It was a soft kiss, but it couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
Dean kissed back, let his lips linger on Sam’s for a moment before pulling back to see what expression Sam wore now.
“What does this mean?” Sam asked, never one to let anything be easy. Oh that was still Sam in there, all right.
Dean backed up to the bed and sat down, feeling suddenly exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that had happened.
“Whatever we want it to, I guess.”
For the first time, there were butterflies in his stomach that weren’t excitement, but fear. How had he been foolish enough to think that he could have this one time and not want it forever?
Sam was buckling his belt when Dean finally dared to look up, and he felt suddenly sick. Had it been worth it, to sample this forbidden thing once, only to lose it? How would he live with never having it again?
“I just don’t want to walk around with my pants undone, Dean,” Sam said finally. He smiled, and Dean saw his own white teeth as his lip curled up.
“You could just take ‘em off,” Dean suggested, and Sam rolled his eyes. It was so Sam, it made Dean’s chest go warm.
“I think we should talk first,” Sam insisted, and it was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes. Sam tossed him the dead guy robe and he reluctantly put it on and followed his brother to the kitchen. Sam brewed a pot of coffee and put a cup in front of Dean.
“So we’re both attracted to each other,” Sam said, like it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world now.
“Guess so.”
“And we’ll still be attracted to each other when we’re back in our own bodies?”
“Pretty sure, yeah. Actually 100% sure.”
Sam nodded. He took a gulp of coffee and when he put it down he was smiling again.
“Can’t believe you were stealthy enough that I never caught you checking me out until you were checking yourself out and talking about me checking myself out…”
“Huh?” Dean said, and Sam rolled his eyes again.
“Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I’m saying.”
“I can be stealth when I want to,” Dean insisted.
Sam took another few sips of his coffee, then reached across the table and put his hand over Dean’s. Dean’s heart started to pound erratically like he was a teenager or something.
“I guess you don’t have to be anymore,” Sam said. He gave Dean a smirk that he clearly thought was sexy, and….it kinda was. Though it would look even sexier on Sam’s face.
There was no way to know when the sun rose from inside the bunker, but one second Dean was looking at his own face and the next it was Sam smirking at him – and oh yeah, he was right about the sexier part.
Dean gave Sam’s hand a squeeze.
“You ready to prove that theory about still being attracted to each other when we’re back in our own bodies?”
Sam finished the rest of his coffee in two gulps.
“I guess we owe Rowena one,” he said, and pulled Dean toward his bedroom.
Gifter:
runedgirlPairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word count: 3000
Summary: A gift for
amypond45 for spnspringfling. Rowena gifts the Winchesters with a body swap, which gets them looking at each other in a whole new way…Rowena laughed as she finished reciting the spell, leaving the Winchesters sprawled on the floor.
"Don’t fret boys, it’s only a wee bit of a change – and only until daybreak. Just need something to keep your mind off what I’m doing and where I’m going for a while, then it’ll all be back to normal. Or what passes for normal for you two.”
The door slammed and Dean shook his head, trying to clear it. He batted at whatever had landed on his head and was obscuring his vision, but the soft strands of material still hung in his eyes.
“Damn it, get off!” He pulled at the offending thing and then yelped when his scalp burned painfully. “What the hell?”
Dean tugged more gently, then ran his hand up over the top of his head, through the long strands of hair.
“What the hell?” he said again, and then looked over to where Sam had landed a few feet away. Except that wasn’t Sam anymore – it was….it was him!
“Oh my god,” Sam said with Dean’s voice.
“Oh my god,” Dean repeated, trying in vain to push Sam’s long hair out of his face.
“ROWENA!” they yelled in unison, but the witch was long gone.
Dean went to stand and nearly fell as he misjudged how much leg he had to get underneath him in order to manage it, and Sam snorted. He took Dean’s struggle as a cautionary tale and unfolded himself gracefully. Once he was on his feet, he grimaced when he had to look up to meet Dean’s eyes.
A strange and unexpected frisson of heat ran through Dean as Sam raised his head to look at him and then pursed his – Dean’s – lips. He huffed a very Sam-like noise of displeasure before turning away and crossing the room to open the door and something about that made Dean feel a little less freaked out. Sam was still there all right, even if he didn’t look like himself right now.
“I really do have a great ass,” Dean said, admiring the view as Sam walked away.
Sam made sure Rowena really was out of sight and then turned back to his brother.
“Really, Dean? That’s what you’re gonna do with this curse – check yourself out?”
Dean shrugged, unrepentant.
“Like she said, it’s only for a little while. Might as well take advantage.”
Sam rolled his eyes the same way he always did, they were just green instead of the kaleidoscope of colors Dean loved to see.
“Let’s get back to the bunker,” Sam said, retrieving his backpack from where it had landed. Dean did the same, then followed his brother to the Impala.
“I know you’re looking at your own ass again,” Sam accused, and Dean just shrugged. And kept staring.
“I’m sure you wanna do the same thing,” Dean said as they got in the car. She took off like a bat out of hell when he pressed on the gas the same way he always did – with four more inches of leg.
“Jesuschrist Dean, take it easy!” Sam growled, and once again Dean flushed warm at the commanding tone his little brother was taking and the deepness of his voice. Dean’s voice…and yet, it was so clearly Sam...a very….commanding… Sam...
Dean shook his head, trying not to think so hard. Everything was weird and his thoughts were as messed up as his body was right now. He was careful not to give his Baby too much gas as they drove back to the bunker, and careful not to bump his head when he climbed out either.
Sam gestured for him to go in first, cocking one eyebrow like he was daring Dean to do it. The expression made him look like a total asshole, and Dean wondered how often people thought that about him.
“I knew you wanted to check out your own ass,” he said as soon as Sam was behind him.
He swaggered a little so Sam could fully appreciate the view, swaying his hips as he walked across the garage. Sam had a great ass, pert and rounded and always looking like it needed a slap; he was a great big brother to show it off like this.
When he got to the door, Dean paused and looked at Sam over his shoulder with a smirk. “Like what you see? Pretty great butt, huh?”
Sam just stood there with his mouth open a little, and Dean realized with some alarm that Sam was blushing. His cheeks pinked and then even the tips of his ears went red. Damn, did that happen to him so obviously all the time when that was his face?
“Um yeah,” Sam said, practically stammering, and Dean could see all the freckles standing out on his cheeks. Dean should make a joke, up the embarrassment quotient for his little brother, but instead he just turned and went inside. Had he really just told Sam that he had a great ass?
It was enough of an oversight to make Dean suggest that they just turn in early and call it a night. He didn’t want Sam to clue in to all the other things Dean thought about him that he shouldn’t, or to how many times Dean himself had admired Sam’s ass…and shoulders…and flat stomach and strong thighs and those little moles just below the small of his back…
Fuck. Dean shut his bedroom door and shook his head, trying to talk himself out of what he was thinking.
Even as he repeated <i>don’t do it don’t do it</i>, he was sliding a hand beneath the waistband of his jeans, shivering as his fingers encountered the wiry trail of hair beneath Sam’s navel. Just that simple touch made Sam’s dick start to harden, and Dean groaned, resolve weakening.
Just this once just this once, I have to get undressed to go to bed anyway, just this once, and his fingers were on the buttons of Sam’s overshirt, shrugging it off and then peeling the tee shirt over his head. He stood in front of the small mirror above his bureau as he ran his hands over Sam’s shoulders and down over his biceps, the muscle bunching under Sammy’s soft skin. Dean flexed experimentally, savoring the strength in Sam’s body. He felt hot all over, feverish with a mix of desire and embarrassment, but his hands never stopped roaming over Sam’s goddamn gorgeous body. He skimmed Sam’s dusky brown nipples, flatter than his own, larger. It didn’t give him the burst of arousal that touching his own did, and Dean filed that away in important knowledge that he unfortunately would never need. The hair on Sam’s chest was softer than he expected, and Dean ran his fingers through it, liking the feel.
His restless fingers moved to Sam’s belt then, fumbling to undo the buckle and pop the snap. He swallowed hard as he stared at himself – Sam – in the mirror, those multicolored eyes so dark they looked almost black. The snick of the zipper was loud in the silent room, and Dean suddenly couldn’t keep a slow pace anymore. He pushed Sam’s jeans down over those slim hips and stepped out of them, looking down Sam’s flat belly to where his cock stood up swollen and ready and Jesuschrist so damn big.
It’s not like Dean hadn’t seen it before, in all sorts of states, but if he had caught a glimpse of Sammy when he was hard, he’d looked away so quickly he couldn’t be sure he’d seen it at all. This time there was no one stopping him from staring.
Tentatively, Dean slid his hand down Sam’s stomach and wrapped those long fingers around his dick. The shock of pleasure that ripped through him was so intense he nearly curled over with it, his mouth falling open in a ragged gasp.
Ohgod, he said aloud, trying to stay quiet, ohgod ohshit. He loosened his grip a little – Sam apparently didn’t like it as rough as he did – and stroked up and down a few times, trying to straighten up and breathe through it. The head of Sam’s cock was fat and flared, and crazy sensitive on the underside. Dean panted as he worked his fist up and down, appreciating the heaviness and the width of Sam’s dick that felt so good in his hand. It didn’t take long before he started to get sore though; reluctantly he turned away from the mirror to grab some lube from his nightstand. Sammy didn’t leak profusely like he did apparently, so he slicked himself up and started in again. This time the slide was like heaven. Dean turned back to the mirror to watch Sammy’s face as his arousal grew, studying every detail.
I’m gonna see what he looks like when he comes, Dean thought, and almost did. He swore under his breath and squeezed the base of Sam’s dick to stave it off, wanting to make this last as long as humanly possible. He was panting a little; Sam’s lips were parted, and Dean stuck out his tongue to lick at them. He wished he could know what Sam tasted like, how he kissed. In the mirror, Sam’s pink tongue snaked out and back in again, and Dean shuddered.
He thought about all the things he wished he could do to the real Sam, and all the things he wished Sam could do to him. His hand paused on Sam’s dick and he swallowed hard again, then turned away from the mirror and walked over to his bed.
Just this once, just this once.
His whole body was trembling as he lay down and pulled his legs up, reached down below Sam’s balls and pressed a slick fingertip inside.
Ohgod he said again, and told himself he shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t go any farther. It was like his finger had a mind of its own though, probing deeper, and fuck Sam’s fingers were so long, so talented. He was burning up, lit up from the inside, one hand working Sam’s gorgeous big dick and two fingers slid up inside Sam’s gorgeous ass, fireworks going off all over him as he started to come. He’d wanted to be looking in the mirror when he did, but he could no more stop it than pause a hurricane.
Jesuschrist, he panted when it was over; he was splattered clear up to his chin. Sam must not have cleaned the pipes in forever, he thought, idly running his fingers through the mess. He brought one to his mouth and sucked it eagerly, blushing again at what he was doing, at how far he would go. Sam’s taste, something he should never have known, burst over his tongue. He did it again, and again, trying to memorize it even as he wanted to make himself stop.
The knock on his door startled him so much he full out screamed. That made Sam throw the door open as Dean scrambled to pull the covers out from under him to disguise his nakedness.
Sam’s eyes – his own eyes – went comically wide.
“Did you – are you?” Sam spluttered, a riot of red spreading up his cheeks and down over his throat.
“I –I—“ is all Dean could manage, because he did and he was and there was no denying it.
“Why?” Sam said softly, his voice a gruff whisper. “Why did you do that, why did you want to?”
That’s a weird question, Dean thought, and then he noticed that Sam’s hand was in front of his fly, and that was even weirder. He looked more closely, and he could see the bulge in Sam’s jeans clearly. Sam was…hard?
Later Dean would say that the only reason he didn’t make up some bullshit excuse about being horny or whatever for violating his little brothers’ body was because of the state of Sam’s dick.
“Same reason that you’ve got a hardon right now,” he said instead.
Sam’s hand pressed against his zipper and he made a strangled sort of sound.
“I know I shouldn’t,” Sam said, sounding anguished. “I came down the hall to get my mind off….it….and then I heard you and I just….Dean, this is so wrong…”
Dean stared at Sam – at his own expression. He knew that face, that feeling.
“You can touch my dick if you want, Sam.”
Sam looked up shocked, but Dean just nodded his head in the direction of Sam’s tented jeans.
“If you want,” he said again, and it came out like a question.
Sam still stood rooted to the spot, his hand moving just barely where it pressed against his crotch.
Dean got up and walked over to his brother. Sam’s eyes widened looking at his own naked body, the evidence of Dean’s pleasure.
Dean leaned in to speak against Sam’s ear. “Have you always wanted to know what it feels like to touch my dick, Sammy?”
“Dean,” Sam gasped, but he didn’t move away.
“Because I always wanted to know, and then I had it right here, and I just couldn’t stop myself. You’re so damned gorgeous Sam, I just couldn’t.”
Sam made a low noise, stepped forward a little so Dean’s bare chest bumped up against Sam’s shirt, and Dean slipped his arms around his brother.
“Go ahead if you want,” he urged again, and this time Sam did. With a groan, he made quick work of buckle and zipper and then Dean could feel Sam’s hand working between them.
“Here, let me show you what I like,” Dean said, pulling back just enough to drop to his knees.
“Ohmygod,” Sam swore above him, and he could see his own dick in Sam’s hand jump and blurt out a pearl of liquid.
“Don’t have to be gentle with me, Sammy, I like it a little harder and faster than you do.”
Dean wrapped his hand around Sam’s and stroked along with him, increased the pace and tension until Sam whimpered, his thighs trembling. Dean knew his own tells, knew what Sam was feeling right now. His own cock twitched again, too soon to do anything serious but interested for sure.
“Pinch my nipples,” Dean ordered, “Give ‘em a good tug, I like that.”
“Ohfuck Dean,” Sam growled, hands already sliding up under his shirt to follow Dean’s instructions.
Dean could feel Sam’s cock – his cock – hardening even more, leaking over their joined hands, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
“That’s it Sammy, make it feel good,” he said and then left Sam to it, getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around Sam again.
Sam threw his head back when he came, and Dean leaned in and mouthed along his stubbled jaw as he did, loving the way Sam trembled and the noises he couldn’t quite hold back.
When Sam finally stopped moving his fist, he turned his head and caught Dean’s mouth with his own. It was a soft kiss, but it couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
Dean kissed back, let his lips linger on Sam’s for a moment before pulling back to see what expression Sam wore now.
“What does this mean?” Sam asked, never one to let anything be easy. Oh that was still Sam in there, all right.
Dean backed up to the bed and sat down, feeling suddenly exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that had happened.
“Whatever we want it to, I guess.”
For the first time, there were butterflies in his stomach that weren’t excitement, but fear. How had he been foolish enough to think that he could have this one time and not want it forever?
Sam was buckling his belt when Dean finally dared to look up, and he felt suddenly sick. Had it been worth it, to sample this forbidden thing once, only to lose it? How would he live with never having it again?
“I just don’t want to walk around with my pants undone, Dean,” Sam said finally. He smiled, and Dean saw his own white teeth as his lip curled up.
“You could just take ‘em off,” Dean suggested, and Sam rolled his eyes. It was so Sam, it made Dean’s chest go warm.
“I think we should talk first,” Sam insisted, and it was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes. Sam tossed him the dead guy robe and he reluctantly put it on and followed his brother to the kitchen. Sam brewed a pot of coffee and put a cup in front of Dean.
“So we’re both attracted to each other,” Sam said, like it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world now.
“Guess so.”
“And we’ll still be attracted to each other when we’re back in our own bodies?”
“Pretty sure, yeah. Actually 100% sure.”
Sam nodded. He took a gulp of coffee and when he put it down he was smiling again.
“Can’t believe you were stealthy enough that I never caught you checking me out until you were checking yourself out and talking about me checking myself out…”
“Huh?” Dean said, and Sam rolled his eyes again.
“Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I’m saying.”
“I can be stealth when I want to,” Dean insisted.
Sam took another few sips of his coffee, then reached across the table and put his hand over Dean’s. Dean’s heart started to pound erratically like he was a teenager or something.
“I guess you don’t have to be anymore,” Sam said. He gave Dean a smirk that he clearly thought was sexy, and….it kinda was. Though it would look even sexier on Sam’s face.
There was no way to know when the sun rose from inside the bunker, but one second Dean was looking at his own face and the next it was Sam smirking at him – and oh yeah, he was right about the sexier part.
Dean gave Sam’s hand a squeeze.
“You ready to prove that theory about still being attracted to each other when we’re back in our own bodies?”
Sam finished the rest of his coffee in two gulps.
“I guess we owe Rowena one,” he said, and pulled Dean toward his bedroom.
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Date: 2018-05-08 04:15 pm (UTC)Absolutely LOVE this!!!
Well done.
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Date: 2018-05-08 05:37 pm (UTC)This was everything I love about sexy, funny Winchesters being in love and forced to face it (the idjits!) Thanks again for this wonderful story!
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Date: 2018-05-08 10:15 pm (UTC)This was excellent, I loved the idea of the body-swap outing them both & their feelings. The characterisations were also wonderful, they were both so themselves despite the swapped bodies.
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Date: 2018-05-09 01:08 am (UTC)I miss trope-y pine-y things! Thnk youu for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2018-05-09 07:15 pm (UTC)(ach, that whole bit with Dean exploring Sam's body--*fans self*)
Thank you for sharing this--I do love a good body swap!
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